A rich man made a deal with God that he could bring anything
he wanted with him to heaven, as long as it fit in a briefcase.
The man, after much thought, packed his briefcase with gold,
something he had worked his whole life to attain. When he
arrived at the pearly gates, the gatekeeper asked to see what
the man had brought. Proudly, he displayed his heavy
briefcase filled with shiny gold bars.
Confused, the gatekeeper looked at the man, “You brought…pavement?”
I promised myself this blog would not turn into an online diary. I want it to be a vessel for stories and a communication tool for you whom I do not see every day (in other words, I would love for you to comment and share your thoughts about my thoughts).
But… sometimes a girl just has to get serious.
And believe me, I avoid being serious at all costs, to the point that I have been called heartless (Apparently laughing during a Nicholas Sparks tragedy is not an appropriate coping mechanism. But who really wants to cry anyway?).
Since I want you to know the good and the bad of my journey, here is how I have spent my day: worried.
My head knows that worrying solves nothing, that I should have a faith in God’s plan that transcends human understanding to deliver peace in any situation.
I know that peace. I have felt the calm that comes from a simple prayer in the midst of chaos. But today has been a process of continually relinquishing control over my situation.
“Will I be able to raise $15,500 by July?”
It seems so…improbable. To add to that, I have been thinking about the nursing licensure exam that is suddenly becoming a reality. Will all of the pieces come together in time for me to take the test before I leave? How should I balance my time?
Everything seems so daunting.
Today, for a moment, I let myself picture what life would be like without the World Race. I could take the NCLEX (the nursing licensure exam) when I felt ready, start the job hunt, go to all of those happy events and holidays I have been preparing to miss…
But almost as quickly I knew that was not the path for me. God has called me to this World Race, to a life lived in faith.
Amazing things are going to happen in His name, and I choose to be a part of it.
I don’t know where the money is going to come from. I do know it will come. Dollars are already out there labeled in divine pen “For Rachel’s trip”. I know I have been called to go in July, and He has the resources to get me there. God has the details worked out. In that, I find peace.
$15,500? He paves the streets in gold—How can I be worried?
I am praying for your worries, too. Fill me in if you need something specific!
