The countdown on my computer says 26 days…
I am trying remember what it was like at home.
In my head I can visualize driving around my town.
Pulling up to the Shell station to get a Dr. Pepper freeze.
Walking into my church for a weekly meeting.
Showing up on Friday nights ready to play Ultimate Frisbee.
Walking to my next class on the school campus.
Having alone time in my car while I sing at the top of my lungs.
Waking up to an empty house or in a room by myself.
Hanging out with friends.
Making the usual run to Target.
Hanging out with the family on our days off.
Making the pack for the hundreth time to start running.
Driving on the freeway with the beautiful Clovis mountains.
While I know that I can still do all those things and I feel like everything will be the same when I get home. There is this little voice in the back of my mind telling me it will all be different. People will be in different stages of life. Some people have moved away. The trees will be bigger. I will be living in a different house.
The life that I knew will be different.
I am now in the last stretch and fixing my eyes on Christ.
26 days until I am no longer a World Racer.
26 days until I am no longer a World Racer.
