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World Race

I guess it’s time to come out of the closet, or so to speak, on the results of my last blog. God did answer my prayers, and in a huge way. In the past month and a half, everything I thought I knew has been turned upside down, and while I’m breathless from the ride thus far, I cannot wait for the rest of it.

You see, God is taking me on a journey.

I know, God is always taking me on a journey, right? This feels like a new journey to me. It is on that same road God has already been leading me down, but the view here is so different, it feels like something completely new and original. Fresh. Like my blinders have been taken off.

I’m going on the World Race.

The process got a major kick in the pants with the events I posted about in my last blog. I won’t say that’s where it started, because this thing started a very long time ago. It started before I knew anything about the World Race. I don’t know if I can pinpoint where it started, other than somewhere between Grandma’s stories of visiting her sister who was a missionary with her husband and seeing people go. I just know that I’m going.

I leave in January. I’ll be going to eleven countries (or more) in a span of 11 months. Here’s my schedule (tentatively):

Jan – New Zealand
Feb – Australia
Mar – Malaysia
Apr – Thailand
May – Cambodia
June – Kenya
July – Uganda
August – Pioneer Africa (in other words, I don’t know yet, but the team will pray, and then go wherever it is God sends us)
September – Romania
October – The Ukraine
November – Pioneer Europe (a second month where we pray and then go where God tells us to).

If you would like more information about The World Race in general, their website is: . Also, I have a blog there that I’ll be updating before and during this whole crazy trip. Pretty much all the information you would need to know to support me (with prayer or money) is on my blog. The address is And really, you should check it out before I leave so you know how to get around it and don’t have to ask me what’s going on.

If there’s anything else you would like to ask about this, please feel free to ask me. I’m more than happy to answer!


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