Well, it’s been two weeks since my daughter, Joy, launched on The World Race and flew with her fellow team mates to Lebane, Serbia. Yes, she’s officially off U.S. soil and onto a harder ground.
|Her Team in Serbia|
A ground where the victims of human trafficking are often set aside and ignored.
Where the gypsies are considered ‘less than,’ and food is always an issue.
Where she is no longer under the safe arm of me—her mom—the one who loves her like no other—and who misses her more than words can express.
For eleven months.
Yes, eleven entire months.
Joy will be traveling to one country each month with merely a backpack, a tent and a sleeping bag. Oh yeah, and Jesus.
To countries where civil unrest is commonplace.
To countries I’ve barely even heard of.
To Serbia where she is currently ministering to the youth, gypsies and underprivileged.
Where’s she’s been doing a little of everything.
Helping with church services, giving her testimony, painting and cleaning.
Shelling walnuts and helping the autistic children who haven’t any hope.
2nd stop is Albania and then Macedonia. And then from Eastern Europe to Africa where her team of 7 will go to Lesotho, Zimbabwe, and then South Africa.
And the third and final continental stop is Asia. They will visit Thailand, Philippines, Cambodia, Vietnam and Malaysia.
Now, that’s commitment.
She’s been giving hope. Yes, that’s what she’s doing. Offering the hope that only Jesus can offer.
She dropped everything and is following Him.
She sold her car, her shoes and clothing, and her most valuable of all—her musical instruments. Her cello and acoustic guitars. Her ukulele and her electric guitar. And more.
|Craigslist ad for her ukulele|
She had a 5k fundraiser.
And a spaghetti dinner fundraiser.
She spoke at churches.
She even had a benefit concert.
And she sold T-shirts and had a garage sale.
Because she knew she was born, ‘for such a time as this.’
And not going wasn’t an option.
The World Race took precedence over Graduate School and her full time job to living amongst real and raw community.
Over living a ‘normal’ American life with clothing, a house and an apartment with her sister to living with merely a backpack, tent and a sleeping bag.
|Her bedroom for the next 11 months|
Over having the next year of holidays shared with her biological family to a year of sharing with 6 virtual strangers who may soon become closer to her biological family ever will.
Over literally eating, sleeping, living and socializing with her best friend, her sister, Bethany, to doing the same—but with 6 strangers.
Over her boyfriend and dog to the homeless and helpless.
Of living within her comfort zone and following the American dream, to living off the streets and realizing God’s ultimate dream for her and her life.
But she is growing.
Growing more than she ever would or could at home in Ohio.
Joy has seen a lot because she has been on many short term mission trips.
Both Domestic and International.
In tragedy and in good times.
But this is different.
This is an 11 month commitment and then some.
Nearly $17,000 of her own money.
Need I say anything else.
Let’s just let this sink in.
And I can say that I am perfectly content with her decision to go. To follow her heart and take up her cross and carry it across the globe.
My heart is bursting with pride and joy.