So many hours spent hunched over my computer in the late hours of the night squinting at my computer screen. So many nights spent sleepless because I was reading blogs about this thing called the World Race. All those stories of these amazing people spending their time on the field preaching the gospel had me completely fascinated. But no that I’m on the race it seems so unreal. How do I know that I am on the World Race?
You know you are on the World Race when…
You squeeze 10 people with 7 packs and daypacks into a 6 passenger vehicle.
You are so excited that your apartment has running water.
The thought of having your own room kind of scares you.
You pray every night that the electricity will stay on.
You go into a village and are asked to lay hands and pray over a goat.
When you ask if the food is spicy, you always assume yes.
Dozens of eyes staring at you while you eat with your hands no longer phases you.
When you are so hot and sitting in a pool of your own sweat you just accept it.
When your teammate needs you to translate for your translator.
When team bonding means helping each other clean the ants out of your packs.
The electricity staying on for longer than an hour seems strange
Your main food groups are rice, rice and more rice.
You use a face wipe to clean off your sweaty face and pass it to your friend to use the other side.
Taking a cold shower is the highlight of your day because its one of the only times you are not sweating.
You loose count of how many people you have prayed for.
Your life is changed after 1 hour with a group of orphan boys.
Your heart is completely broken and only joy is falling out.
You know you are on the World Race when God has totally wrecked your life and the only other words you can mutter are, “More Lord”.
