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I wish I was the type of person to have scores of journals all filled with beautiful thoughts and not just my random scratches of notes spewed all over the paper. 


I wish I had the foresight to write love letters to my future wife that I would give to her when she wasn’t “in the mood.” 

I wish that I would have taken more time in life to sit down and write to those who have impacted me in a big way.

I would write to my sister and tell her thank you for loving me the way you do and for finding the World Race for me. I would tell my dad thank you for showing me what it looks like to be a servant and a close friend. I would tell my mom sorry for when I haven’t loved you as well as I should have at times and to thank you for taking care of me all those years when I know it couldn’t have been easy.

I would tell Patrick Shanks and Kurt Roberts thanks for being complete idiots and I look forward to watching the World Cup together when we are 40. 

I would tell Tyler Boyd that you are not as sexy as everyone thinks you are, but you have made the end of my college years worth while and have spoken life into me and for that I thank you. 

I would tell Mackenzie and Nattiel thank you for being gems that brighten up the room when they enter. 

I would tell Sam Payne that I hate him, but love him more than he knows, and thank him for putting up with me. 

I would tell Jonah thanks for being a good friend when I needed one and that we will make it to the March Madness Final Four someday. 

I would tell the Meekers thank you for Girls Group (Hot Ladies Group)…because its one of the best ministries going in Fort Collins by pouring out of your lives on so many women. 

I would tell Tim thanks for candid conversations while filling the lungs with hookah and that someday we will travel together and surf on beaches and on couches.

And I would tell so many more people so much more of what God was saying about them, which is that they are loved and beautiful.

I wish someone someday would find my journals and read my stories of trials, accomplishments, failures and while laugh and cry. I hope that they would see me as someone who loved others well, persevered under trials, and acted on compassion instead of pity. 

I wish that at my funeral someday that they would throw a huge party with “5 Years Time” by Noah and the Whale playing in the background and not mourn me leaving. That people would bring New Belgium beer and dance and laugh. And people would hula-hoop and ride bikes.

I wonder if after the World Race that we will have a 5 or 10 year reunion like they do for high schools and tell nasty food and crazy poop stories. I wonder if we will tell stories of how people’s lives were changed dramatically inside and outside of the World Race because we acted on a call. I wonder what my friends back home will think of me when I get back, if they will still remember to call me over when they have bonfires and brats night. I wonder what life looks like when you get rid of all the comforts and get to a place where you can hear God more clearly outside of the noise and commotions we have made.

I think the last wonder I wrote ther is about to happen for me.
 
From Ukraine with Love,
Nathan. Nathan Bond