Well… it all started with Kenya. During my first year of college, I was asked to consider going on a two month journey to Kenya. I thought, “no way”. But, God had very differently plans. During a small group Isaiah 61 was read out loud. 10 minutes later it was read again, this time with authority. Basically, He told that I was going. Long story short, I ended up in Kenya for 2 months.
It wasn’t easy, but I went and I returned this past summer for another month. It was in Kenya that the Lord blew open my eyes to culture. It was there that the Lord gave me a heart for the world. It was also there that I truly began to realize that we are One, United Body/Bride of Christ.
So then, why The World Race?
My good friend, Jenna, told me about The World Race over a year ago. We both have a common tie and heart for Kenya. As we shared mutual passions for the world, she introduced me to this thing called The World Race. Fast forward to a few months ago and I began to seriously consider applying. I will be honest, even though I have a burden for the world that I cannot explain, it still scares me to go. Finally, I re-submitted my application after realizing that fear was not a good enough reason to not apply.
I do not know what awaits for me, my squad, or my team on our 11 month journey. All I know is that I have been given a burden for the world that sometimes wakes me up at night. A burden that I cry over. A burden that I truly cannot explain. I know that this burden has only come from The Lord and I must listen.
