Ever since I was nine years old, I had my life planned out. I was going to go to high school, have the best time, graduate, go to college, get my nursing degree, and start saving lives. If you're a believer, you know that good ole' quote "We make plans, and God laughs". Well, that's exactly what happened to me. In my senior year, I fell out of love with healthcare and "saving lives" (hehe). For so long that's all I wanted to do. So yeah, there I was, a senior in high school, having no clue what I wanted to do next. 

I've always heard about the World Race from friends, but never actually considered doing it. I go a Christian school in Columbia (shoutout to all my Ben Lippen peeps!!!!) - and one day this past November, we had a ordinary Wednesday chapel. Ever since I started going to Ben Lippen in middle school, chapel was a normal thing. We all walk over to an auditorium in the middle of the morning, sing worship songs, listen to aa speaker for 40 mins, and go back to class. I thought that this chapel would be no different. Easy, routined, simple, nothing to it. Yet that day, Jesus met me there. The Son of God met me there. 

I can't remember the speaker or what they spoke about, but I do remember our Spiritual Life Leader getting up, and asking a question to all of us. He said "if there is anything that you know for sure is 100% impossible, pray for a minute and give it to the Lord." And it was like a meteorite hit me out of nowhere with the words "World. Race". And for the next few days I didn't believe it, I didn't believe that God himself was callling me to GO! To step out on faith, partner with people to raise support, leave my family for 9 months, travel to 3 different countries, with 50 other people I didn't know, and completly surrender to Him. Yet He was. 

These past few months, I've realized that in fact, I cannot do it. I cannot carry this weight and run this race on my own. Hallelujah He made a way. I remember when I was making plans for WRGY; I was sitting on my bed, telling the Lord how frightened I was to do this. Then He spoke the words "I'll take care of it, I'll take care of you" over me. Now, I'm at a posture of full surrender. A posture of trusting the Lord and leaning on Him to take care of me. I have finally figured out that no amount of planning, preparing or day dreaming coud ever out-do God and His magnificant plans for me. I'm going on the World Race becuase God has called me to it, protected my heart and my mind, and  carried me when I stepped out on faith, fully reliant on the fact that He is good and sovereign.