We’re halfway there.
Halfway through this journey, halfway through the race.
Every time I think about it I can feel my heart start pounding a bit faster.
Where did these six months go?
Less to go than we’ve come.
It feels like we’ve lived in another world the past six months.
The race hasn’t really been a mission trip for me since about month one, it’s been my life.
Each month moving, embracing, and adjusting to a new culture, time zone, and sometimes, if we’re lucky, continent.
Creating my routine to fit the schedule (or most of time, lack there of) we are given.
Never knowing what’s waiting around the corner for me to take hold of or dive head first in to.
Each month not marked by the actual month, but by the country I live in.
Changing teams, stepping into vulnerability over and over again. Showing my heart, triumphs, wounds, scars. Writing blogs that make me feel like I’m standing in front of you naked.
I haven’t done the best about keeping you updated on everything happening, there’s so much information and so many stories that feel like won’t transfer in an authentic way to your screens.
I’ve tried to give you glimpses of my heart, glimpses of the way the trinity is moving.
Instagram post seem superficial and blogs feel too long, I’m trying to find a balance. Know that it’s not because I don’t feel like you’re worthy of knowing or seeing.
I’m hopeful for the future, excited for the unknown, scared at the weight of the decisions I’m going to have to start making, but dead set on a faithful God who has good intentions for His daughter and has proved Himself faithful in guiding her thus far.
When I think about the halfway point it’s bittersweet. I’ve come so far, the broken woman I started this journey as has been brought to life and is barely recognizable. I can’t wait to see her at the end, I’m so hopeful for the still tattered places of her heart.
What ignites something in me is that the end isn’t really the end, it’s a continuation. Month 12 starts as soon as my feet step foot on my flight home.
I never want to stop living or operating out of the place I am right now. The World Race can be a mission trip if you want it to be, or it can be a platform on which you build the rest of your life, a training ground if you wish.
I choose the latter.
And I’ll keep choosing it over and over again.
