The World Race is hard.
I miss my clothes. I miss my car. I miss my bed. I miss my sweet friends and brothers. I miss my Mama and Daddy so much that sometimes I feel physically ill.
I currently own approximately 6 outfits. I eat Ramen noodles or cornflakes for dinner most nights. The water hasn’t worked in 8 days with no remedy in sight ((aka no showers or laundry)). I sleep in a 9×7 foot room on an inflatable sleeping pad, squished between a wall and my friend Mads297 ((who has lice, mind you)). Geckos sneak into our room on the weekly and our arms, ankles, and cheeks are swollen with mosquito bites. I’ve never experienced spiritual warfare to this extent and I feel incredibly anxious for no reason randomly throughout the day.
Why did I sign up for this? Why would anyone sign up for this?
The World Race is a dream.
I have teammates that fight for me to feel okay, physically and spiritually. I experience group prayer that’s loud and fierce and forces the Devil to back down. We have sleepovers every night and eat delectable street food. We took a trip to the beach and splashed in the waves of the Indian Ocean. I live with people who compel me to be best version of myself. There are rooftops in India that harbor peacefulness for my heart – I get to lay there, alone with the stars and my Savior.
How did I get so lucky?
The World Race has its moments of difficulty and beauty. But doesn’t every situation? Slowly but surely, I’m learning to love wherever I am, whoever I’m with, and whatever I’m doing. It’s not easy but when I buy in, it’s so worth it.
And so I encourage you in the same way… choose to love where you are, who you’re with, and what the Lord is calling you to do.
“Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you,” (Psalm 63.3). A verse that has brought a whole lot of comfort in the past three weeks.
I’d so appreciate prayers for peace for my remaining five weeks in India!!
All my love, P.
