Hello Lovely People!
If you are reading this, you are loved and have a purpose. It’s been quite a trip for me to learn that statement for myself and to get to this point of deciding to run the World Race. It wasn’t an easy process. I’ve had deep struggles in my life like most people. God gave me a passion for life after saving me from almost ending it. For awhile I thought I wanted to go into clinical labor and delivery nursing straight out of Highschool. While nothing is wrong with that career, I wasn’t trusting God with my future. In my head, that was the logical route. There’s an amazing Christian nursing program near my home, I can make a lot of money, and I am interested in the medical field and specifically helping women and babies. Perfect, right? Well, God had something different in mind. I began to take classes according to that career and even shadowed at a hospital. I began to face some struggles in my once solid interest in nursing. And just as I began having doubts, I was facing other difficulties in my personal life. I began to have an identity crisis. God had pulled me out of this hardship, but what was the next step? What am I going to do after Highschool? What does my future look like? I began to cry out to God and rely on Him for everything for the first time in my life. One night, at a Jesus Rally near my home, I gave it all up. I got baptized for the first time since I’d been saved at 12 years old. I began to pray, “God what does my future look like? I’m interested in missions but I think it’s only because I want to travel and see the world.” Then in a voice as clear as day, He spoke to me. He said, “My child, I gave you a heart to see the world so you would go make disciples of all nations.” I wept. In the middle of worship, I crumpled to the floor and started balling. I continued to seek Christ and the unquenchable flame of the Spirit made me hungry for looking for missions opportunities. My small group leader at church had run the World Race back in 2019. I met up with her and really just tried to learn about the program. I applied and was overjoyed to be accepted. On a trip to Georgia, I visited headquarters in Gainesville to get a feel for the program. I realized that doing this would not be easy. I began to doubt but was still excited for the opportunity. My family and I entered the building where racers worship, and the song that God had laid on my heart previously was playing loud and clear. I felt Him say, “You’re home.” I started to cry. He had made such a clear cut path for me to follow. I am so excited to announce that I am going on the World Race, but more than that I am excited to finally announce that in my heart I believe I am loved and have a purpose. And more than that I have a specific calling to missions to spread the gospel and to reveal a path of light and life in a world so dark and full of sin and hopelessness. I wouldn’t be here today if people didn’t come around me to reveal the love of Christ in physical, tangible ways. Now, I just want to step out in boldness for the lost, just like someone decided to do for me.
