I’m in the middle of it. I’m in the eye of the storm, the middle of a sentence. God’s sentence; the one he’s writing on my life and in my heart.
So be warned: this is not a blog post with a resolution or one with much processing and prayer and articulation that’s gone into it.
I came into Project Searchlight excited for a fun week in Georgia with my team. (Because yes, my entire team cleared out this week of their lives to be together once again.)
But what I’m leaving with is immeasurably more.
I came into Project Searchlight not knowing what to do with my life and I’m leaving with a vision. I came into PSL with hurt I didn’t know I had and I’m leaving with freedom I didn’t know I needed. I came ready for encouragement and I’m leaving filled with Truth.
God spoke more clearly and more constantly to me in the 5 days of Project Searchlight than I was ever awake enough to hear in my entire 11 months on the World Race. I’m leaving Project Searchlight with a fire in my belly and a path set out before me. It’s not an easy path; it’s not one that many take. In fact, it’s one that most avoid. It’s not a path that many people can see. But every speaker, every teammate, every intimate moment of worship with the Lord has confirmed that this is the path my feet were made to walk.
Four weeks after the race, most of us find ourselves in a sort of apathetic crisis. We feel like the work we’re doing or not doing is meaningless and suddenly the World Race has become our glory days. The best is behind us. And so, we begin to wonder if we should just settle. If these last 11 months were some perfect combination of sights and sounds that somehow made us believe we were something more than we are.
And Project Searchlight is here to say, “no.” It’s here to remind us what GOD says. That the best is before us. That our plans are irrelevant and our desire for clarity is unnecessary because God’s got it and He ALWAYS has. That trust is what we need. That the World Race can not possibly be our best days or the peak in our relationship with the Lord. Unless, of course, we choose it to be. Because it is our choice. We do have a say. And God’s calling us-each one of us-to something greater than our minds can get fathom. Three years ago I couldn’t have dreamed up the World Race or who it would shape me to be. And the Spirit is laughing around me because in three years I’ll again be blown away by His good surprises.
So Project Searchlight, I’ve learned, is not for everyone. It is not for those content in the aftershock of the World Race or the complacency of settling for what’s next. But if you’re hungry like I’m hungry then come and be reminded that His glory days are every day and the best days of our lives are those we devote to making Him known.
