Late last night I realized something. I’m on The World Race. I know it is crazy to say that now. For the past six months I have been on the Race. I think it takes a while to let it sink in. Some people (like me) like to take their sweet time realizing some of these things. I think if you do anything for six months it is bound to change you. Not always drastically, but still it will help to form you nonetheless. I want to tell you what has happened in my life and my heart in the first six months of the race.
First and foremost, I have learned that God is Good. If you had been here with me, you would know that that’s kind of my go to motto. I say it quite frequently. Sounds like something that should be a given to anyone who is a Christian. It’s just that being out here, seeing the things we see, living this life, I don’t feel like it is said enough.
Living in Community, Living in Community, Living in Community. What a crazy thing. 22 Girls-4 guys. Who would have thought an only child from East Tennessee would some day live with 25 people. The thing about living with 25 people is you live with 25 people. Morning people, night people, talkative, quiet, really really really clean and messy (I’m not only a member but also the president). 26 different personalities, all receiving love differently. We all have different pasts and all of our experiences in life are different. However, the one thing that brought us into this community is all the same. The Good God that I was talking about before. He called us to a life that is different. A life where we are constantly being stretched. A life where you have no choice but to love. Love those 25 other people because you begin to see that when you strip away all the externals, all the things that in the end really don’t matter, talkative, shy, morning, night, clean or messy, you see Christ. Christ in them. Changing who they were into whom they were made to be.
