I hate the World Race
That is what I have heard. It is the end of month four. How is it possible that we are entering month five? Month five! That means that it is half over! Where has it gone? So far the world race has been more meaningful to my walk with Jesus than the rest of my 26 years of age. It has done more for my life, my marriage, and my soul then the rest of the 26 years. I do not regret the 26 years because it is what made me…well me. All of my life up until this point has not been a waste; it is not that I haven’t learned, because I have learned. The world race has been a catalyst for my relationship with God. It is wonderful. It is amazing. I am learning so much. Becca is learning so much. We are learning so much. We do not desire to go home but to complete the work that the Lord has put before us.
So now that I have gone on a good tangent, which I am good at, I will get back to my title. I hate the World Race. I look around me. I see the puffy eyes, the tears running down my family’s cheeks. The least favorite part of the race; the leaving. As another month draws to a close and we move to debrief we face the heart ache of leaving a family that we have made. Parting with friends that we have grown close to. I heard as we climbed into the van to drive four hours away someone say, “I hate the world race.” It is true. The world race is hard at times. Praise God for email and face book that we can still stay in contact with people, and encourage them, and walk in their lives just as much as we have walked in ours.
To love is our greatest ability, the greatest thing about us. It is also the most challenging.
We love you our friends, all of you whom we have had to leave after one month, but whom we will continue to see if only on a computer.
Love to all
Ty
"I hate the world race" is quoted by Mary Middleton. marymiddleton.theworldrace.org
