If you missed the beginning of the story, you can find it at A Dream, A Passion, A Purpose”.
Then I went on the World Race. . .
An unbelievable experience that broke me of myself, filled me with the Spirit, and changed my perspective on life, especially the life that we take for granted here in the United States of America.
11 months in over 11 countries. Living out of a backpack. Eating on $2 a day. No privacy. Loving on half-naked children with pot bellies of malnutrition. Praying for the sick. Bucket showers. Sleeping in tents, dorms, motels. Hauling water. Passionate worship. Meals of rice and beans. Cooking on a small charcoal cookstove. Building a home for children, who are homeless. Watching God change the lives of people. Days of travel on buses, trains, airplanes. Teaching english to the ‘untouchable’ children of India. Trusting God to keep us going. Being homesick. Face to face with the world. Seeing salvation accepted.
Expecting the unexpected.
Those are a few of my memories. A life that is getting hard to remember, after living back in the U.S for 3 years. I miss it. Now, I have found myself living the “American Dream”. Growing up, I dreamed of having a wonderful husband, and a beautiful baby, both of which I am blessed by. It’s the rest of that “American Dream” that I wasn’t looking for, didn’t really want. A life that is run by routine, a 40-hour work week, complacency . . . how do I practice faith, when I have everything at my fingertips? A typical North American is always looking for more. . . a bigger house. . . a new car. . . more entertainment features. . . a promotion at work. . . the list goes on and on. We continually ask for more, and then forget to be grateful for things we already have.