Disclaimer: This is the first of a number of blogs that I should have written long ago. Sorry for the few quiet months. I’d like to blame the internet or life for being really busy or the fact that I got home and didn’t even know how to begin processing everything. The reality is that I probably just dropped the ball. But I’m here to redeem it. Blogs about Swaziland, South Africa and post-race life to come, in no particular order. Thank you for bearing with me. Thank you for your grace. Thank you for continuing to read.
Five weeks home.
This is a reality that is hard to wrap my mind around completely. I’ve been home from the Race for five weeks. Sometimes, that doesn’t seem possible. Didn’t I just leave? One year ago today. The journey began, and now, in one sense, it has been completed.
But, it really hasn’t.
The World Race itself may have ended. In fact, that is a reality. It has. My World Race is over.
But I’ve had the sweetest of revelations.
It was all about Jesus.
I can say this with genuine confidence. I even kinda wish I had fully grasped this before I left for the Race. That it was all going to be about Jesus. ALL of it.
It wasn’t really going to be about the places I'd go or that I'd get to travel.
It wasn't really going to be about the people I'd meet and grow to love.
It wasn’t even really going to be about the years and years of growth I'd walk through all crammed into eleven sweet months.
It was all about my Father. So yes, the sweetest of revelations, indeed.
Because they keep telling us that this Race doesn’t have to end. Our lives are a continuation of all that happened while we journeyed.
Which means my life is all about Jesus.
Which means, everything that happened on the Race was all about Him. All the places we went, all the people we met and grew to love, all the growth. It comes back to Him.
Maybe some people don’t need the Race to come to this realization. Maybe I didn’t. But I think I did. I needed to journey. I needed to get shattered and then become aware of my brokenness. And then I needed to realize that the brokenness was actually healing that was bringing me to Him. The brokenness was actually my heart getting healed.
So yes, I am home now. I am home with a healed heart. I am home living a life that is all about Him.
And there’s something I need to do.
I need to thank you all. Thank you for letting me take this journey and for joining me in many ways. Thank you for reading these faux journal entries that may have even been slightly uncomfortable at times because of their vulnerable nature. (Embrace it). Thank you for the encouraging messages and Skype calls. Thank you for your financial involvement and partnering. Like, a HUGE thank you. Thank you for your prayers. You’ve all made this journey possible. So I must say thank you for helping me walk through healing brokenness so that my heart may have been made whole again by the one who first created it in its precious wholeness. And may you remember that he has done the same for you. That he has created your heart with a precious wholeness in mind and desperately desires that restoration of wholeness if it is not there.
Thank you from the deepest and wholest (if that’s a thing) part of my heart. You all have a dear place with me now.
