I am a Word document.
For years I have been filling the pages with who I thought I was, accepting the definition of “me” from others. I was tied down by “grammatical” do’s and don’ts. My worth was graded by the world.
The World Race was God clicking “new document” and downloading who I was to Him, through Him, because of Him.
And this is what He said:
I am His.
I hear His voice.
My dreams have meaning.
My prayers are powerful and effective.
I run for Him. He meets me on my runs.
I am a woman—beautiful, unique, made for a purpose.
Nothing in me is mediocre. I live in a success not measured by the world.
My walk is one of dignity, grace, strength, and confidence.
Serving is my form of leadership. My life is not my own.
My voice resounds with authority and truth.
My joy is not dependent on happiness or circumstance, but rather it comes from the Lord.
I can change the atmosphere of a room.
I make a difference.
I still have a lot to learn. And a lot to give. I answered the call to serve others when I was only serving myself. I came on the Race desperate to see God. Venturing to the rural mud huts of Africa and the hidden nooks of Asian mountains showed me that there are no corners too far for God to reach. Coming home showed me that there are no corners too close.
Those who seek will find.
This blog was the bridge between continents, and the end of it is bittersweet. I have treasured the comments, and I keep the encouraging words close at heart. They mean more to me than I can express.
After a week of being home, I have finally quit falling asleep when my family watches a movie. I hope I always relish the feel of a hot shower and my fluffy bed will make me smile every time I lie on it. My mom's cookies taste just as good as ever. My family and friends are even cooler than I remember. Home is sweet.
The World Race is over, but that is okay. Now I know who I am, where I come from, and where I am going. And this is just the beginning.
