Change sucks. This past week we had our first round of team changes. This change had been looming over me for weeks. I knew it was coming, and I was dreading it. I was trying to prepare my heart by praying constantly and soaking in every last moment.
God gave me the Magic School Bus (MSB) for the first four months of my race. To say that God is good, is obviously an understatement. He gave me the people He knew I needed. The people who reminded me of those I love most back at home. He gave me the people who would encourage me, challenge me, and make me laugh until I cried. Our team was built on a foundation of trust and respect. We called each other out on our BS and pushed each other to dive deeper into our relationship with the Father. The Magic School Bus was a dynamic like none other.
So obviously, we had to go out with a bang. We had been talking about visiting the Taj Mahal since training camp. Everyone, literally everyone, told us that it would be impossible because of the distance, expense, and lack of time. But if you know me, and you know anyone on MSB, we are always up for a challenge. It took one flight, a five hour train delay, four hour train ride, and two sleepless nights, but we made it. MSB made it to the Taj. It was glorious. Not only was the Taj absolutely breathtaking, but the memories of what we went through to get there will always be something I will laugh about, slightly cringe about, and remember forever.
MSB, thank you for loving me so so well. Thank you for setting the bar high on what it means to live a life chasing after our Heavenly Father. I love you all so dang much! #MSBforever
