Blogging is a pretty big (and important) part of being a World Racer- daunting as it may be. On my first day on field, I had the idea to take one picture per day everyday for the entirety of my Race, creating a photo journal of sorts. I think blogging and story telling is super important and such an incredible opportunity to let you guys- my friends, family, and supporters- know what my life is like on field. I’m pretty pumped about it. My hope is that by posting one picture a day (a week at a time), I can offer a sneak-peak inside life on the World Race. I can already imagine all of the “How was it?!” and “What was it like?!” questions I will receive when I return home in November. Here’s the deal, though: I don’t know if I can justly answer those questions. I’m at a loss when it come to summing up 11 months of international travel and mission work in a couple of sentences, so I figured I’d allow myself “One Thousand Words” to do so.
It has been difficult to abandon my expectations of what I thought the World Race would be like, and I’m sure that you have expectations of what it’s like, too. Hopefully, this blog series will be able to provide clarity and adequately capture my ups and downs of the next 11 months. I am committed to sticking to my plan, posting whenever I can, and being honest about how I’m doing physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
I also want my “One Thousand Words” to encourage anyone who has a heart for serving the Lord. Yes, the World Race is an incredible opportunity and (most likely) a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but World Racers have down days, too. Some days might be packed with travel, others full of intense organized ministry, and still others with little to nothing to do for that day depending on the weather, ministry host, and will of the Lord. There have been days on the World Race I sat inside all day long and colored and read by myself. (I’m sorry if that just made you think “glad that’s what my financial support went to” haha!) However, there have also been days I danced with kids until my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore, crusaded through neighborhoods praying and building relationships with those living there, and witnessed chains being broken right in front of my eyes. Y’all, in Mozambique, a lame woman walked after seeking redemption and a life lived for the Lord. Just in case you missed that: A LAME WOMAN WALKED. The might of the Lord is evident and readily granted to those willing to do His work, whether they are in Africa or Arlington, Texas. Friends, I urge you not to put the miraculous ability of God in a box because you’re not trekking across the globe for 11 months. The Lord honors the obedient and willing, regardless of their current zip code!
Hope you enjoy my stories and are moved to praise the Lord with me because of what he’s being doing through me and my squad. He’s good! All the time!
Katy
