“Home” has been a funny, rather fluid concept for the last 11 months. Including my one week road trip from LA to Kansas City, over the past 11 months, I have slept in 64 different places. Having called 64 places “home” can mess with your mind a little bit…”home” really does become where your heart is or where you rest your head at night.
“Home” has been hammocks, tents, hostel dorm rooms, schools, orphanages, actual houses, random central american villages, hotels, motels, sandy beaches, border crossings, buses, trains, and airplanes. “Home” has many more meanings and many more associations than ever before…and I really like that.
The ability to be content, grateful, peaceful, and joyful no matter where you find yourself late at night is one that comes directly from loving the Father and His love for us. I can clear my head of any distractions or worries that come with moving locations time and time again because I know that He has my itinerary scheduled, my safety in check, and heart in His hands. I can be “home” regardless of where I am, because I am always with my Father, I am always with Poppa. Wherever my Dad is, then that’s my “home”.
One of the best parts about having 64 different “homes” was the knowledge that I always had only one home that was always waiting for me, my parent’s house in Kansas City.
And that’s where I am now. I got home on June 2nd after spending a week and a half road tripping back home after landing in Los Angeles on May 22nd. I am home, and it feels good. It feels weird, but good.
I will be home for another week and a half, and then I will spend a week in Atlanta, GA at Project Searchlight, a re-entry/debrief conference for World Racers that just got off the field. At Project Searchlight, I hope to find answers on what the Lord wants me to do next, and it’ll just be a good time of reconnecting with my Squad, whom I already miss a lot.
Thank you so much for supporting me on my trip, supporting me in prayer, kind words, financial support, reading my blog, or being there for my family. I have learned so much about community these past 11 months, and I know that the community that I had supporting me was immensely impactful in the growth of my relationship with Jesus. I loved my World Race community, but the knowledge that I was being loved by you, my supporting community, was vital to my success on the Race.
I love you all, and would love to share stories about my Race as well as hear stories about your past year! Shoot me an e-mail or give me a call, let’s set something up. I’ll let all y’all know what happens at Project Searchlight. Whatever it is, I hope the Lord takes me on another adventure!
