The day I was accepted to the World Race seemed just like any other day. I got up at 3 AM. I went to work for eight hours. And then I came home.
I had a follow-up interview that day and to be honest I was a little nervous. I wasn’t sure what I was going to be asked or what it was going to mean for my future.
When the interview wrapped up, I was told that I hear back in a week or two. After I got off the phone, I made a deal with God. If I was accepted, I would go. No questions asked. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t. It was that simple.
Less than five minutes later, I got a call back saying I was being given this opportunity.
To be honest, I’m not sure what I was expecting. I don’t think that I thought this is something that I would end up doing. I hoped it was. I prayed it was. But I don’t know that I thought it was.
But in that moment, I knew it was a sign. God is calling me to do this. And so I will. I’m nervous, to be honest. I’m leaving my jobs, my family, my friends. I’m comfortable. And I’m happy. I have everything that I could’ve asked for. But to be the best person that I can be, I have to give up everything that I love and have worked for, all that I’ve been blessed with.
This isn’t easy. But I’m ready. I know that God has a plan for me. His plan is often very different from my own, but I’m learning that my plans will never work if it’s not what He has in store. So I’m handing everything over to Him. I’m praying for guidance as I make this step. It’s a journey I never thought I’d take. But one I know God wants me to. And with the love, support and prayers of the people in my life, I know I’ll be better for it.
