living in Atlanta, where I attended college, and I told my parents over
the phone. They were excited for me. I had come through a season of
some pretty deep depression, and they were glad I had found something I
was excited about.
but they talked more about their concern that the money wouldn’t come
in. They knew that most of my potential supporters were their friends,
people I knew from our church. They said they weren’t sure who was
going to be able to support me. They said that they, themselves,
probably couldn’t.
went to lunch. Somehow all this talk of “how was I going to find my
support” came up. I started to get frustrated. I even started to cry.
I told him that all the doubts they were bringing up were already in my
head.
in, did I still hear from the Lord?”; “If the money doesn’t come in is
it my fault?”.
lunch table from my dad I told him that in that season I needed someone
who would tell me it was all going to be OK. I told him I was already
staring a lot of doubt in the face. I said this was already a
challenge. I needed someone who was just going to support me no matter
what. [For the record, he responded well. We talked through a lot of
stuff. I always advocate for having hard conversations with your
parents…whether or not I always have them myself.]
could call on the phone who would stand in my corner and offer comfort
and advice. Wouldn’t it be great if there was a team of people who
would believe with me that the World Race is what God wants for my life
and who would think creatively with me to try to help make it happen.
You have a support coach and mobilizer who is just a phone call away.
telling you that it won’t happen. If you’re not sure what to do next.
Fell free to call Kim and talk through it with her. She’s ready!
