Previous, currents and future racers, and ANYONE else who has done something really CRAZY can probably relate to the sentiments I’m feeling.
Every now and then I have this realization that in 6 months I won’t be in Halifax. I won’t be at home, or at church, or at my ‘normal’ grocery store. I’m going to be on another continent immersed in a different culture. And I’m going to be immersed in a different culture EVERY month for basically a year.
It’s amazing. I am in awe that God has called me to do this. I’m excited. I am honoured that I’m going to be part of the World Race.
……..but if I’m being 100% honest I’m also terrified!
And every now and then when I’m explaining to someone what I’m going to be doing I have a flash of emotion that is so complicated I can’t even label it! It’s a combination of excitement, pure terror, joy, and anxiety.
I don’t regret the words praying the words “here I am Lord, send me!” so many times over the last 5 years. But I am relieved I’m not going alone, I am relieved that God is going before me.
