in 2008, my senior year of high school, if you were to ask me where I would be in 5-6 years I guarantee it wouldn’t be where I am today. back then I had so many plans yet no plans at all (if that makes any sense) I wanted to do a little of everything. I wanted to pursue journalism, get my doctorate in nursing, own my own business anything but where I’m currently at. which is —
moving back in to my parents house, working 2 jobs and not even able to finish my associates in college. I feel like I should feel bad about myself for that but, I don’t. I always knew I wanted to do something big. something that would alter the peoples lives around me for the better. but I was under the impression that one person couldn’t change much. that single thought set up me up for years of self doubt of wondering why I had been given a heart that wants to do so much for others if it wouldn’t even make a difference. where was my passion? what was i suppose to be doing? no job i did felt correct and no class i took felt right. something was missing.
while all my friends were finishing their sophomore and junior years of college i was working 2 jobs, attempting to go to school but doing very poorly. while my friends started graduating college with bachelor degrees, I was graduating CNA class with a certificate. That should have made me feel like I didn’t measure up to everyone else, but it didn’t. I knew I was made for something unconventional. I just hadn’t found it yet.
it wasn’t until april of 2014 that i finally found my calling. or should i say, answered my calling. my best friend sent me a link for the world race because she knew it would be something i would dream about doing but more than likely never follow through with. it’s weird to think but in the moment of discovering the world race, my life changed. at first i kept thinking “nah, i couldn’t do this. i’m not good enough. theres too much here i have going on. i can’t just uproot my life for 11 months” and then as the moments passed god kept saying “yes, you absolutley can. follow me. i’ll take care of you.” and it’s all history from there.
the moment i was accepted to the race, i knew i was right where i was suppose to be. where i’ve needed to be for YEARS. and i have to tell you, it feels GREAT. even during the bumpiest moments i still feel an overwhelming amount of peace knowing that my soul is safe in god’s hands.
now that my life is finally aligned with God’s will for me, I feel such a sense of purpose. even though i don’t have a diploma hanging on my wall, i know that i’m still accomplishing great things for the Lord. here in my own community and overseas in the darkest parts of the world.
i am so incredibly blessed to have been given this opportunity to serve alongside some of the strongest christians i know. to spend a year with these beautiful souls and be apart of something so much bigger than myself!
and now the countdown begins. 12 weeks until i finally get to meet my squad!
i cannot WAIT.
