Six

I mentally tallied the amount of weeks that have passed since I last posted, thinking it had only been a few. I went to my calendar to realize that time has moved a lot faster than I thought.

Six weeks have gone by since I shared about my new job here in Georgia. Whoops.

My intention was to keep my blog updated weekly, but clearly I’ve missed that mark by a long shot. And that’s okay, I’m not dwelling over it.

A lot has happened in the last month and a half, which has contributed to my absence.

I started the process of trying to support raise for my role, which is turned out to be more difficult than I anticipated. I’m hopeful that I’ll get the right team of supporters together.

I came back to Gainesville for a week for this thing called Project Searchlight. It’s a post World Race event that helps Racers integrate back into life in the States.

It was so incredibly sweet. It was an opportunity to bring all of my things up with my dad before I actually moved a week later. I got to see my squad after four weeks of not seeing them, which is a lot of time considering we spent every waking moment together in the previous year.

The Lord used that week to ignite something in me that further broke down another layer of fear.

I went back to Texas for one last week. It was a week of bold prayers of healing over friends, family and strangers, a week of communing with close friends, and celebrating my 27th birthday and this new season I was about to enter into.

I traveled all the way to Georgia with my dad, dropping him off at the Atlanta airport as soon as we got there. My parents love me well, y’all, even when I resist it.

I started my job with Adventures in Missions a couple days later. I worked and trained for three days that week.

The next week, I went straight into training camp for the January World Race squads. It was ten days that consisted of thirteen or fourteen hours with a squad I’ll be working with all of next year. It was incredible.

In my process of going on the World Race, training camp was transformative. It was interesting to be on the other side of it, seeing and learning about all the work that goes into it. There’s a lot, y’all.

Training camp ended on Friday, and I finally had the time to sit down and tell you what all has transpired.

Georgia has been so so good, honestly. I never had a doubt that this is where the Lord was calling me, and that is just confirmed over and over again with each day I am here.

On the last night of training camp we offered up the opportunity for Racers to be baptized. It was followed by a night of singing worship.

It was so powerful. Everyone was singing with reverence. It filled up the room with such volume that it brought tears to my eyes.

And I thought: This is my job.

This is my job. And I am so grateful that the Lord brought me here to continue working with the organization that provided a space for me to explore the Lord and His supernatural ability.