There’s this hill on the cross country course at my college.
You’d never know it’s there; it’s hidden in the woods.
No one is ever prepared for it; they hear talk of “Suicide Hill” but they never guess how bad it really is.
It’s so long and so steep that when you stand at the bottom of it, you can’t see the top.
And when you get to the top, you’re just under a half mile into the race. You literally have miles to go before you sleep, like that poem says.
The World Race is like that.
You hear about how hard it is but you don’t actually understand until you’re already in.
And for me, the first months were the hardest. I asked my squad mentor if that’s normal and she said everyone’s different. I honestly hated the Race the first two months, then month three was awesome, but month four was another miserable one.
I LOVED month five. But I still felt like I’d been away from home for two years, and like we’d be gone forever.
It was like running uphill.
Today we’ve reached the top. We have five and a half months behind us and five and a half months before us.
I had a minor breakdown at the beginning of this month, thinking about today. A mid-Race crisis, if you will.
I’m not ready to go. I finally love where I am. I never want to leave my squad.
But there’s so much more to happen before that. So much more for God to show us and do in us and through us. We’re still going to Africa later! The end is so much further away than today is making it feel.
And just like how 5k races go slower for me with every mile, I’m pretty sure time is about to slow way down for the next 165 days. Sometimes I’m thankful for the way my ADHD brain processes life.
The next half is about to be the best half.
I still need $3600 by December 31st for the second half of my Race to happen! At the end of this month will I be on a bus to Thailand or a plane to South Carolina? If you’d rather me be in Thailand, share this post on Facebook with a little message telling your friends to donate $5.(you can remind them how often they spend more than that at Chick-fil-A)
