this is the God i’ve been waiting for

– psalm 42:1-2

 

i arrived in hartsfield-jackson airport in atlanta on saturday, august 2, an hour later than i was supposed to and finally glimpsed the 50+ people that are the world race g-squad.  i was freaked out.  pictures on a screen were now real faces.  the reality had not set in that i was really embarking on this adventure.

 

it’s day 6 and the world race is real to me.  it is going to happen.  we are being equipped, and i’m now more excited than i am scared.

 

on day 5 (tuesday) we burned bridges.  after a day of carrying the things that would hinder us from launching forth for 3-5 miles (we “sharpied” these things onto logs), we threw them into a camp fire.  there’s so much that i surrendered that i can’t share (’cause i don’t have the time), but the big thing was the future.

 

i’ve spent most of my life preparing for something – high school, college, a career, God’s calling – that i’ve forgotten simply to be all there in the present.  but i realized that it’s a momentary, daily process to surrender control and to trust Him.

 

there was no deluge of tears or weeping when we initially laid our burden down.  i felt a lightness in me, and i simply basked in open space.

 

in open field of wild flowers, she breathes the air and flies away
she thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses in no simple language
someday she’ll understand the meaning of it all
– jars of clay, “love song for a savior”

 

it was after i cast my burdens into the fire that i broke into tears.  i was declaring His holiness, exchanging the desires for my pride and prestige for a passion for His glory and renown (isaiah 26:8).

 

i surrendered everything about myself.  all that i thought gain, i counted as loss – as ashes.  i was that log, and His spirit the consuming fire.

 

the next day…the Lord changed my weeping into laughter.

 

to be continued…