I get to go everywhere and do everything with these beautiful people for the next [hopefully] 11 months.*
*This is because 99% of the time, teams change throughout the Race. But I love my team, and I really hate change, so I’m holding out a teeny bit of hope. 😉
When we were potentially put together, they asked us to share what we would need from our team.
I immediately thought, I need to be safe.
See, I love people, but they also sort of terrify me. They love me at first, then they realize I’m actually only happy and entertaining about 80% of the time and so they walk out.
Normal people love my sense of humor and my “servant’s heart”(put in quotes because most people, when they use that term to describe me, mean “I love that I can take advantage of how much you like helping people and that you’re too scared to ever ask me for help in return”), while safe people just love me.
So, with my heart slamming in my chest and my voice shaking like I’d just run seven miles without taking my inhaler, I explained that. And no one looked the least bit shocked to hear that sometimes I’m not happy, that now and then I’d rather listen than talk, and how I don’t like feeling like I have to be a certain way all the time in order for people to like me.
And that’s why I wanted to cry when Rachel suggested our team name later and read this definition for the word.
Sozo(New Testament Greek Lexicon) (sode’-zo, Verb):
– to save, keep safe and sound, to rescue from danger or destruction
– to save a suffering one (from perishing), i.e. one suffering from disease
– to save from the evils which obstruct the reception of the Messianic deliverance
My team is safe. I can already tell. And I love them so much, already.
How much better can it get over the next chunk of months?
I can’t wait to start finding out in 35 days!
