I’m not going to lie to everyone-
thinking about leaving my beloved Richmond and the friends I have here is killing me inside. And maybe it’s the fact that I crave comfort, or the fact that I have months and months to be anxious about this trip, but there are some days I’ve sat there and thought, “what am I getting myself into?”
I was talking to a friend and telling her about my reservations and how I was struggling with having my heart fully in this- one of my reasons was that this means I’ll be out of the music game for almost a year.
She told me something that I’ve been holding on to:
“Write down as many stories as you hear. Whether you write the songs in those countries or write them when you get home, you have a platform and can help tell these people’s stories when their voices alone might never be heard.”
I was pretty much struck in the gut with the conviction that the Race isn’t about me. It’s not about what I can or can’t get out of it. It’s not about what I’m sacrificing for 11 months. It’s about letting God use me to love His people, listen to them and expand His kingdom. I feel pretty lucky that God can use something I love – music – for His glory, and I also feel pretty selfish that until recently, I didn’t really think about using it for anything else other than my own glory.
I have a feeling God’s going to be teaching me a lot in these months leading up to the Race.
Also, I am bringing my guitar on the Race! Can’t wait to teach some lil kiddos.
