I’ve been on the World Race for 9 months and 3 days. I’ve changed this year. I’ve grown through the uncomfortable moments and through the ones that hurt so much that I didn’t want to keep going.
But I still am not the person I thought I would be, wanted to be.
Before embarking on this journey I had a picture in my head about who I would be at the end of it. In my head I would no longer be reserved but the life of the party. I thought I would finally be a crazy dancing maniac while worshiping the Lord. I thought I would be a spiritual giant who never faltered in my faith.
I’m simply not these things.
I wish I could have known this before. The World Race isn’t just a place for uber spiritual people to enter and then get even more so. What I’ve found to be true of this experience is so different.
It’s a place for people who are thirsty for the undiscovered life that God promises. It’s a place for people who say yes. Being a vagabond with my squad this year has taught me that we all carry heavy things that need sifting through.
So really this is a place for people to come together and unpack all of this crap we’ve been holding. It’s a time to work through your stuff. The team helps. But God is the one who changes your life and perspectives in unimaginable ways.
So no, I’m not who I hoped to be. But I am stronger and more processed. I’ve struggled through the process of letting go of my way of living life. And I’ve learned what it means to depend upon the Lord. Even more so I’m learning how to live free.
