Well hello old friends, I know it has been a while. However, life has still been bursting with growth and change. Memories from my past adventures still remain at the forefront of my mind and Jesus still continues to burden my heart for His kingdom.
So you’re probably wondering what happened to me after I came home from the World Race. Well I did just that I came home. Nothing special happened. No confetti was thrown. I wasn’t all of a sudden fired up to radically change the things around me. If anything, I was tired, exhausted even. I absolutely was a changed person, and I had to figure out how to fit my new self into an old mold, one that I had clearly outgrown. It has not been easy to settle into life here stateside, however, I knew that for a season the Lord was asking me to do just that, settle. Previous to leaving, I hadn’t had a time of rest in years. I was always constantly going. From taking care of my mother when she was sick to pursuing to 2 degrees to Zambia and then to the Race. I had not yet learned what it meant to rest. After three months of physical sleep (quite literally), the Lord allowed me to step into a very simple job at a grocery store. Simply put, my mind didn’t have to constantly work. I could just be. I handed out balloons to excited little kids, learned how to efficiently bag groceries, and how to work a trash compactor.
Looking back at that season, I can tell you I am so incredibly thankful for it. I met some pretty cool people working there, and learned new things about faith, people, and productivity. I could probably write a blog series entitled “ Real World: Life Lessons from Central Market.”
So where I am now?
I feel the time of rest the Lord has place on me is starting to draw to a close. It’s been 2 years since the Race, and the excitement I once had about laboring towards the kingdom is being rekindled.
While on the last leg of my race, I served in Southeast Asia. And in my time there, the Lord revealed something new to me. In so many other cultures, He is already present. Restoring. Bringing Hope. Lighting the path that leads towards His son.
But in some cultures, this is simply not the case. They reject him, and choose to stay in darkness. But He will not give up on them. He will battle for them, and He will continue till the end to send in sons and daughters that will find those who are open to Him. Those who will work from the beginning of the harvest to the very end. Laborers that are strong of back, and don’t mind the toughness of the soil or dripping sweat on their brows. Those who know that every people group deserve the chance to be represented on the streets of Heaven.
So it is with this burden in mind, that I go back to Southeast Asia this summer for 2 weeks. I will be stepping alongside the Lord to dream about what life could look like here for the Kingdom in the future. This is just a small step along the road of my desire to serve the Kingdom on some grander scale.
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