In JUST four days, I will board a bus with my backpack and a fellow racer, ride 24 hours to Atlanta, and participate in a week long preparation for the next season of my life.
WHAT.
Needless to say, I’m not quite sure how to feel about it. In some moments, I’m stoked for training camp. I can’t wait to embrace the challenges, learn more about what exactly I will be doing for 11 months on the field, FINALLY meet my squad and find out who is on my team (Squad is the big group, team is the smaller group you work with!), and ready myself for this huge adventure that I get to go on.
Part of me is also terrified. Training for this next season makes leaving real. It’s probably going to be hard. If I’m having a hard time packing for training camp, what’s it gonna look like when I have to pack a years worth of life into my lil old backpack and board a plane to all of 2015? I am leaving behind so much comfort and familiarity and trading for the unknown: for lessons that I haven’t quite learned yet, for places I haven’t been yet, people I haven’t met yet and life experience that is going to change me whether I am ready to be changed or not.
My prayer is that I have faith that isn’t driven by emotion. That when I’m terrified, I can look to Christ and feel comforted with His boldness. I pray that I would be equally as excited to obey the Lord when I am nervous as when I feel excited about the race, and everything that goes with it.
“When my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” Psalm 61:2
I am so ready to learn more about what God has in store for me in this next chapter; more about the countries I will call home and the people I will call family.
