As I sit in a hospital room with one of my teammates who’s sick, I get to thinking.. we have one month left on the race. All the countless hours of fundraising, working, time, money, emotions, goodbyes, and everything else that went into the race is coming to an end. Reminiscing is happening big time now. I think back to the beginning of my race. Back to the times I had no idea what I was getting into. Back to when I was not very sure why I was here. Back to when I was ready to give up day 1 in India. Those times will stay with me for forevermore. Those times I will hold onto and cherish till the end of my days. Those times.. the good, the bad, the ugly. Like the time my ministry for the day in India was to catch Little Black Beatles on fire. Or when in Nepal When I got attacked by monkeys. Zimbabwe and the crazy markets and late ice cream runs. Zambia and dying in my little tin house of heat with 12 girls. Malawi when we sat around watching keeping up with the Kardashian’s while we made blankets. Or here in Ecuador where many adventures have led to meeting some crazy people. Those are just little things I think back on. The things that I laugh to myself about. Things most people will probably never understand. The list could go on for miles long. Little stories from each country that made my race the way it has been and continues to be. As of right now, I have no idea what my plans are when I return. I have many ideas and many dreams. But the other night it actually hit me. Being where my feet are. It’s said many times on the race but i just blow it off usually. Like no I have to have plans when I get home. I need to know what I’m going to do in life. I need to seem like I have all my life together. Then reality sets in and I realize no. No, I don’t have to have all the answers now. I can barley keep my life together on the field let alone figuring out life back in the states. The lord touched me and made me really think about my race. I Think about what I wanted to accomplish coming onto the race so long ago. I think about all the crazy times. I think about how I’ve grown, spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally. It hits me. I’m still on the field. I’m not done yet. 30 some days isn’t much in the long run but yet here I am, still living the races life. I’m ready to take on the next thing jesus throws at me. Whether that be something with ministry, people I live with, people I’m going to encounter, adventures on the weekend, who the next person I’ll hitch hike with will be like, the food ill try, and many more things. I’m still on the field. Still doing the mission jesus has set before me. Yeah life at home will be crazy, but so if life now, so why worry. Why worry about tomorrow, I need to be where Jesus has put me, this minute, this second, this instant. I’m here. I’m not done. He is not finished with me. I’m just living my life! A happy one, no matter what gets thrown at me next. Love all you guys! Thanks for supporting me through this crazy adventure.
Love from Ecuador, Mara
