I cannot believe that the World Race is halfway over!
What has 5 ½ months done for/to me?
Things that are now normal…
[if you’ve been on the WR, you understand. if you haven’t, sorry for being gross…]
- Going 9+ days without showering just to say I could do it.
- Wearing the same outfit 3 days in a row so that I can save a “clean”� shirt
- Wearing 4 shades of pink & not realizing that I do not match at all
- Not knowing what I actually look like because I haven’t seen a mirror in 3 months.
- Blaring my ipod so that I can have “quiet” time.
- Tuning out the roosters, goats, cows, and other animal noises
- Tuning out my teammates voices & other noises [and then receiving feedback that I was not honoring them]
- Thinking I am really tan & then bathing & realizing I was just dirty [gross. but so real].
- Constantly needing “reality checks” because I cannot fathom the life I’m living.
- Needing to think for a few seconds before remembering which side of the road Americans drive…
- Having deep conversations about freedom, identity, & Kingdom that lead into deep conversations about fuzzy warts, bodily functions, and dirty elbow pits
I often find myself beginning to tell a story about Uncle Jeff� or Fran� or Jim Love� and then realizing that the people on my team have no idea who these people are. We have been living and working with each other 24/7 for the past 5½ months that we forget that we just met on the World Race.
I have learned who I am — because I now know who HE is. My identity is no longer found in myself, in my family, in men, in friends, in whatever else I want to put it in … It’s only in HIM.
I have found the power of my voice — and how to use it for the Kingdom.
I have learned just how loved I really am.
I have learned to get over myself & just go for it.
I have learned that the world really doesn’t revolve around me — so being a selfish git is not a good idea.
More than anything, God has shown me who HE is. HE is REALLY BIG!
The God who took me out of the pit in America is the same God Kenyans worship.
The God who created the beautiful Thai women is the same God who created my beautiful little sister.
The God who gave me $14,300 to travel the world sharing HIS love is the same God who provided enough money to put a roof on the church we’re serving in Rwanda.
We didn’t bring God to these countries. HE WAS ALREADY HERE.
I just get to be a part of what He is doing here.
I am so thankful for these first 5 1/2 months… & I am SO excited for the next! 🙂
