Being on the World Race is the equivalent of walking on water towards Jesus. As long as I keep my eyes on Him, I can do anything in the midst of a storm. On the flip side, if I focus on the mess, I sink. And believe me, I sank. A lot.
God never meant for me to stake a claim here on earth, on what’s under my feet. He meant for me to keep my eyes on Him and follow, even if that looked different from other people, even if that looked a little crazy. Even if it hurts.
He wants us to walk with Him.
I was ready to pitch my tent in Colombia because I felt His presence there. But when I realized He was in the storm, when I realized He was moving me on again, His presence became the reason I was okay with walking away.
He stands out there in the storm, in everything I can’t see. But I hear His voice, and He calls to me, “Come.” Out of desire for Him—nothing else—I say my goodbyes, and I step out into the storm, into the waters I’ve never walked before.
Life comes down to one thing. Every day I have a choice. I can focus on how life doesn’t look like I wanted it to, how it’s moving at a crawl. I can worry if something much worse is going to happen if I walk on into what’s ahead of me. Or I can choose a song. I can choose to live life slowly and keep my eyes on Him, choose to keep my heart in a place of total, unwavering praise.
He’s here, to be seen, enjoyed, and worshipped. He’s here to blanket my hurts in a fresh layer of His pure white love.
There is something holy about the way the most treacherous times are the most beautiful and full of God’s complete covering love. When we don’t think we can go another step, we tilt our chin up to look at Him.
It’s as good as it gets. We live in a broken world and we have a God kind enough to rig it so the hardest moments allow us the chance to see Him the best—the fullest—to experience His love most deeply.
So I can choose worry. Or I can choose to keep living my life—to keep chasing after a God who’s never failed me. I choose that one. Today. And again tomorrow. With that choice, I’ll take another step into His story.
Goodbye Colombia.
I’m chasing God across boarders and into Ecuador.
