The World Race - Emily Hunnicutt

GLORY

Sat, 7 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT

God did big things this year...

He changed a drug addict's life before my eyes.

He brought prostitutes out of the bars and into the light.

He fed orphans.

Straightened a girl's spine.

He brought people freedom from their past and a new life.

He protected us as we traveled safely through 11 countries.

He awakened me to the power of the Holy Spirit.

What I came to learn most was something I already knew; yet it hadn't taken up residence in my heart...God Deserves the Glory.

I guess this trip made me realize even more how serious the decision is to follow Christ. It's not just an idea, it's a lifestyle. He gives us a frame of reference from which we view the world. It comes with responsibility, yet is accompanied with great joy and love. We're in a battle. Do we really want people to know Christ or is it just a wishful hope that one day they'll meet Jesus? Time isn't on our side. When it comes to Jesus I don't want to be a fan on the sidelines anymore who every now and then lets out a cheer. I want to participate in the game. (cheesy I know). However, how quickly I revert back to the cheering section. It's time to move, following where He leads, in the big things, in the small, and sometimes blazing a trail. As my time on the world race comes to a close, pray that I don't allow insecurities to keep me from fulfilling the one thing we were put on this earth to do - share the love of Christ. For God deserves Glory!

On that note, for those wondering what I'll do upon my return, we'll see where the next weeks take me. Currently, I'm in Munich, Germany. Soon we will be leaving for Austria where we will fly out of to New York City on Nov 23^rd. It's been a crazy ride. God is good. Can't wait to see you all face to face!

How's my heart?

Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:00:00 GMT

So, I started writing this email to my friend, and thought, why not share it with all of you. A common question I received over the course of this year was "How's your heart?". Normally, I didn't have an answer. Yet, at this moment in time, for the first time, here is an honest answer. The events of this past year are just starting to hit me. Guess it took 10 months...but maybe the following will show why it's taken me so long to answer that question.

"This is the first month we've had internet 24/7, anytime we want. We are living in an apartment in Kiev, Ukraine and have wireless internet. I can't believe it. My year is finally starting to hit me. I've been through a gammet of places, living conditions, people, ministries, ups, and downs. How's my heart? - A lot of unprocessed events and feelings. I know upon my return I'll want to say a lot, and at other times not want to say anything. Sometimes I'll want to be around people, other times I'll want to be quiet. Don't worry, I don't envision meltdowns, I just realized today some of the things I've witnessed this past year.

I know I'm going to be standing in the kitchen, washing dishes, and a flash back of something will hit me. And I'll think, oh yeah, I didn't even remember that happened. I lived an entire month in Haiti, in a tent, with no clean water, and a squatti potty. You don't really take your surroundings in in that moment. Adrenaline helps you to push through and survive it. You don't realize what your enduring until afterwards. At least for me. Haiti was the only month in which I felt, just survive. Get through. Conditions were crazy.

Okay, I'm probably scaring you by now with my email. I have a lot of time on my hands tonight. And knowing I'll be home soon, thoughts just hit me. Wow, it's been an incredible year. I'm excited to come home. To sit on the couch and talk about our past years. There's so much on my heart, I feel I could type for hours. But somehow it's hard to convey in words. Somehow this experience can't be captured in emails, good blogs, or pictures. I wish they could. I was hoping to bring people along on this journey. But I'm afraid most of this experience will be revealed overtime, as memories overflow, and conversation passes as the hours go by."

Miss all of you! Look forward to seeing you soon. And thank you for always showing me you care.

The Black Bullet!

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Browse through my new pictures!!!!

In the above picture you will see the Black Bullet. A Nissan Xterra that seats 5 so comfortably passengers fall asleep the minute they hit the seat. Spacious, the trunk could fit 5 people alone, excellent by world race standards. Gently used, the interior is so soft one wants to hug the seats. With good gas mileage you forget what gas stations look like. Passing by such establishments as you listen to soundtracks, iPod selections, or practice Spanish on CD, music flows with splendor through the car. The mighty horsepower of the engine will get you to the airport in no time if ever coming close to missing a flight. Most of all the Xterra is loyal, with a servant's heart. Never letting me down in the two years I've owned her, and she's been resting comfortably in my driveway eagerly awaiting my return - With occasional drives around the block by the car sitter. (Thanks Mom.)

Unfortunately, it's time for us to part ways. My future may consist of some upcoming travel for which I don't need a car. While it saddens me to see the Black Bullet Go, I'd love her to go to a caring owner. If you feel you fit that requirement, or know someone who is looking to buy a car, please share the word. It would truly be of great help to me, as I'm trying to sell it by December. Below are more details.

Black 2008 Nissan X-Terra

Mileage: 22,455

Black and Grey Interior

Price: $15,570

Thanks for putting the word out!

Addicted

Fri, 9 Oct 2009 00:00:00 GMT

We arrived in the Ukraine about a week ago after 2 solid days of travel, including my second experience on an overnight train. I shared a compartment with 3 Russian men and one woman who got on board in the middle of the night somewhere between Chisinau, Moldova and Kiev, Ukraine. These are times I will never forget.

I was woken up roughly by a tug on my pant leg at 5am to give my passport since we were crossing into the Ukraine. One of my friends explained it best as she stated she felt like an illegal immigrant crossing into the country. I spent most of my time resting since my top bunk didn't quite allow for me to sit up straight. The aroma of spicy food finally got me out of my bed, as I awoke and peered down to see my Russian friends below engaged in conversation at the table. They offered me a phrase book to practice my Russian, unfortunately I couldn't pronounce the words but charades made for some funny moments. After 24 hours on the train we finally disembarked and with packs on our backs we exited the station to find our contact at the local McDonalds. A little taste of home is always nice. Two days later we received our ministry assignment - Teen Challenge, an outreach to drug and alcohol addicts. Check out a link to their video below.

This has been one of my favorite ministries so far, as we've spent time on outreaches throughout the city, visited with at risk youth, and listened to stories of those dealing with addiction. While I've never experimented with drugs or alcohol, addiction comes in all forms. Some people are addicted to performance, others to work, exercise, food, relationships, and as my teammates like to point out - Coca Cola. As I've sat in discussion groups with addicts I reflect on the things that have had a hold on me. And I can relate to the desire of wanting freedom.

One of the greatest things God continues to do in my life is show me what controls me. As I grow in my identity in Christ, I see my struggles, and often the root involves performance and pride. I remember growing up as an athlete, game days were anxious times with worries of scoring enough points or meeting coaches' expectations. Performance had such a control on me that often the fun of the game came second to coaches' approval. The need to perform and receive approval (PRIDE), continued as I entered college, the job market and ministry. Being a slave to people's approval or feeling one must make an impression is exhausting. It's not until we get tired that we finally want to surrender. A feeling many addicts understand.

For me, God is breaking down this control overtime as I realize His approval is the only thing that matters. Now, I can say I don't mind making a fool out of myself, looking bad in front of others, being the one in last place, or screwing up. It's not always fun, but I can embrace it. This freedom, however, would be impossible if I didn't have a relationship with my Father in Heaven who I know is an unconditional God, who loves me no matter what, and who uses our imperfections. Without his truth, without his love, I wouldn't have found freedom from the lie that I was living under.

In the same way, those involved with Teen Challenge have lived under lies that led them to use drugs and alcohol. As they grow in their relationship with God, He begins to heal wounds and they are finding freedom from addiction. I've been working with this ministry for one week, but already I've learned so much. It is true that we are more alike, than different. The next time I begin to judge someone struggling with drugs or alcohol, I'll remember our similarities.

Please follow the link below and check out Teen Challenge on YouTube.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqeqjpOcO98

Hitchhiking, camping, a visit to Victoria Falls

Thu, 8 Oct 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Hitchhiking, camping, a visit to Victoria Falls.....

Please read my teamate Chris' blog as he fills readers in on the adventure of our three months in AFrica. Mom, don't be nervous, it was a blast!!!!

http://chrisscott.theworldrace.org/?filename=eastern-europe-what

From A Thankful Heart

Mon, 28 Sep 2009 00:00:00 GMT

From A Thankful Heart

At our last debrief a squadmate sat down on stage to share a testimony of his month.He brought his teammate up to share in his story.At the beginning of the Race he wondered why the two had been put on the same team.He went on to share how God had used her in his life.

As we enter into our 10^th month, with thoughts of home on the minds of many, I know I will forever be changed by my 5 friends.Hearing the above testimony, immediately a chain reaction triggered in my brain. My hand could not keep up with my thoughts as I reflected on the many ways I've been impacted by each person on my team.Maybe this is too soon, but I had to share my heart.I hope you will gain something in hearing a few thoughts of what my friends have meant to me...

Chris, the rebel with a passionate heart, challenges me to question the status quo.Asking if we do things out of habit or if our heart is behind our actions.He runs against the monotonous motions of life, not interested in putting on a show, but in being honest. Not interested in religion, but in living like Christ.He says it like it is, and I'm finding that's often the best way to speak - He dares me to live authentically.Natalie, a student of the word; in watching her pursuit of God she encourages me to know my Father in Heaven more intimately.Her ability to share Christ, with anyone who sits down next to her, from an orphan in Africa to a stranger on the plane - From her I've learned boldness.Nate, gentle, patient, accompanied with mighty wisdom.He's taught me the importance of following another's lead and to trust in the goodness of people.A man who uses words wisely, he's been a mirror in showing me how to communicate clearly with the balance of truth and love.Unfortunately, his joke telling ability hasn't worn off on me yet!Jessica, a humble servant, continually extends grace to those around her.She cares for people not expecting things in return.From her I've learned discipline and obedience.To let my yes be yes, and my no be no.Holli, a worshiper, taught me to shift my focus off myself and place it on God - A God holy and worthy of my praise.A teacher, her understanding of scripture is not mere speculation but trusted truth, and she prompts me to dig deeper into God's word searching for my own understanding.Most of all she's taught me to trust.

Often when we have something to learn from another, it's accompanied with a response.For much of the race I observed these things about my teammates, only recently have I allowed myself to absorb these understandings and be changed by them.In the future, I hope I will respond sooner.I'm grateful for my friends, as they have cared for me, laughed with me, and challenged me to seek the Lord with all my heart.While there are many more things I could share, hopefully we will all go away from this experience a passionate rebel, a student, giant in gentleness and wisdom, a humble servant, and a worshiper. They have been my greatest teachers; I'm a different person from having known them.

Goat Hooves on the Roof and Jail Time

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 00:00:00 GMT

My Squadmate Kristen helped me write this story....I hope it gives you a glimpse into life on the World Race

Imagine a 1970's Volkswagen Van revamped to seat only 16 people comfortably. We pile in at least 25, as the air fills with the scent of "fresh" fish and body odor. Each raw scent seeps into the leather seats beneath us. The chatter of each passenger, rattling coke bottles, and goat hooves on the roof are all drowned out by the festive tribal music that sounds from the van radio. New York City rush hour starts to look appealing...

This magical vehicle, known as the Shoppa, is the main mode of transportation in Mozambique, Africa. As the man next to me weasels his way onto my lap, I stifle back laughter and document another memory of "Life on the World Race."

Over the past 5 months I've trekked through the Dominican Republic, Haiti, Cambodia, Thailand, and the Philippines. My 178th day on the race arrived while on the continent of Africa . Originally, I was extremely indifferent about service in Africa. The continental issues of AIDS, malnutrition, poverty, and corruption failed to captivate my attention. I had heard stories and seen pictures of this supposed broken Africa counteracted with stories of its untapped power. Still, I was bored. Shortly after arrival however, I discovered that I had not experienced Africa yet! Africa proved that pictures and stories did it no justice.

While in Mozambique my team of six participated in several outreaches around the surrounding city of Beira, serving in orphanages, local hospitals, and rural villages. Today's mission was an outreach to the local jail. After a 2-mile walk our interpreter ran through the rules. He informed us the jail consisted of roughly 150 detainees, mostly men, and 3 women. These prisoners had committed such crimes as theft, assault, rape, and murder. As soon as we heard this, we arrived at the prison gate where two men with AK-47s greeted us. The guns drowned the tiny Mozambiquan men that carried them and I was sure these two guns would not protect me if the need arose. As I observed the lax security, I noted how easily one could scale the walls and escape.

The prison space was limited, and included nothing more than a front gate, activity yard, and the prisoners' bedrooms. The white paint was chipping and the activity yard was nothing more than dirt and pebbles. As we entered, boredom and hopelessness seemed to permeate the yard. Activities were so limited, that you could almost sense their relief as they walked around observing their new visitors. The prisoners filled the yard, stepping forward to greet us. While I anticipated men in orange jumpsuits, they roamed around the yard in normal clothing. It made it hard to see them as inmates, considering they looked no different than the friends serving alongside us. Most men carted around small bags full of food that loved ones had brought by. Passed through the bars of the prison gate, families tried to supply their loved ones with the food that the prison could not afford. The rooms for each prisoner were stark white and empty, guaranteeing little comfort. Life in a prison of such raw conditions could easily break a person.

The contacts ushered us into a room where several men had gathered. Roughly 100 men sat on the floor packed in side by side, as more continued to pour in. Slightly intimidated, I found myself overwhelmingly grateful my teammate had opted to preach that day. By the time the room filled, almost the entire prison population sat before us. Unsure of one another, awkwardness settled as we sat staring at one another. A man stood to sing; all 150 prisoners rose along with him. As the men began to sing the mood shifted from discomfort to humble tranquility. The men sang out with such passion that tears streamed, hands raised, and many called out in prayer. Few stood on as spectators, as the majority engaged in worship.

The rapist, the thief, and the abuser were all transformed into my brothers in Christ. Suddenly the intimidation lifted as my teammate stepped up to preach on loneliness. Away from family for the past five months, Racers understand loneliness. While its degree may differ between the inmates and my teammates, it is a universal theme that seemed to link us to the men in the prison. While chaos and activity continued in the world around the prison, the complacency within its walls, isolated each inmate automatically. Understanding that God is the only one that fills that lonely void, we hoped to share this truth with the prisoners surrounding us.

When the message finished, the prisoners exited, grateful for a moment of difference in the monotonous routine of their day. While we had come to offer them hope, they were not the only ones being changed. The fear that I felt in the beginning dissolved, as I saw these men as more than inmates. They were fathers, brothers, and still longed for life past prison. I was no longer worried about them escaping, but was challenged to pray that God's joy and presence would fill the lives of these men daily.

Do you believe in a God like this...Malawi

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Over the past seven months I've crossed three oceans, three continents and multiple countries... from the Dominican Republic and Haiti to Cambodia, Thailand, the Philippines, Mozambique, and now Malawi. On the World Race, I've encountered a number of incredible people, all with stories to tell. However, none have impacted me as much as the story of Jos Soto and his wife Nara. As we huddled around a campfire on the beach overlooking Lake Malawi, he began to share his story. Even the highlights would fail to express the magnitude at which God moves in his life. Allow me to share a glimpse...

Jos grew up fighting in the streets of Chile. Coming from a poor family, unwanted by his father, he was told he would never amount to anything. With little to no education, his extracurricular behavior led to a brief stint in jail, followed by an enlistment in the army at only sixteen. To suppress much of his hurt and anger, Jos turned to drugs. All his trials and tribulations culminated in his mother's death. It was then that he decided to take his own life. Crouched on a median between a busy highway flowing with rush hour traffic, he presented God with an ultimatum: "If you are real, show yourself to me now." Not a single car appeared for ten minutes. That day he gave his life to Christ.

This is a story of faithfulness. Although he was now a Christian, Jos's troubles were far from over. With no job, no education, and no money, all he could do was pray. As he opened up the local paper in search of work, God told him to apply for a position as an engineer. With little to no education, he thought the idea impossible. However, he had nothing to lose, and God was clear. As he entered the business office to apply for the job employees laughed at his inexperience. However, they allowed him to take the application test. To his astonishment, he scored the highest and earned himself the job. No doubt, God had a greater reason.

During his years as an engineer, God used Jos to fight corruption in the work place. On several occasions, He came to Jose in dreams urging him to put his job on the line as he approached management about unlawful practices. Bosses came and went, yet Jos remained. His loyalty and hard work paid off. In his thirties, he was offered an incredible promotion, which would provide substantially for his family. However, Jos was not about to settle for comfort and stability when his heart stirred for more. Cringing, he turned the position down. God was calling him to a bigger dream...Africa.

So a year ago, with their church behind them, Jos along with his wife Nara took a leap of faith. They gave away all their possessions, their home, their car, and said their goodbyes as they prepared to move halfway across the world to Malawi, a seemingly random country. Initially, they couldn't even find it on the map. With only weeks left, everything was in place except one essential thing - passports. They lacked the funds, but not the faith. Unsure where the money would come from, Josa prayed. Suddenly, he remembered a small donation box a woman from church had given him. God nudged his heart to open it. Lifting the lid with hesitation, he peaked inside. Any doubt he had was blown away as he counted the exact amount needed.

Weeks later, with two suitcases in hand, Jos and Nara arrived in Monkey Bay, Malawi. They survived their first year living in a donated camper next to a local church. Without a shower or a toilet, yet with plenty of heat and mosquitoes, they struggled through the drastic change in lifestyle together. They prayed fervently for a place to call home as they began their outreach to the community. Once again, God showed up. As they walked through the local villages of straw-roofed mud huts, through a maze of trees and dirt paths, they stumbled upon a dilapidated house made of concrete and stone. It was a fixer upper for sure, but a rare gem that brought the beach of Lake Malawi to their doorstep. It was nearly impossible for a missionary couple to afford, but Jos had overcome greater odds. They contacted the owner, a wealthy government official, and struck a deal: if Jos fixed the house, he could live in it rent-free.

Today, Jos and Nara use the house to share their lives with the people around them. It is their church, their dream, their Noah's Ark. Every afternoon without fail, kids from neighboring villages come to play soccer and volleyball, to sing, dance, and swim. Some children are Muslim and some Christian; many have absent fathers, many are orphaned, even more are abused. Jos and Nara's objective is to love the kids as their own, to care for them as Christ cares for us, to give them not just a childhood, but also a refuge.

It's on the beach of Lake Malawi that I now sit. With their home behind me, mountains in the distance, and water at my feet, one question comes to mind - Do you believe in a God like this? I've been a Christian for many years, but never witnessed God's hand so clearly. What's Jos's secret? It's simple, really. When God tells him to do something, no matter how crazy it seems or how great the sacrifice, he does it without waiting for a guarantee. His faithfulness is rewarded in due time.

If you wonder if God is real, question if He cares for you and if you are here for a purpose, may Jos's story inspire you to dream big, redefine trust and ask God to show himself to you.

Hope all are well!

Support raising update:

This trip has taught me so much, as I have learned from people like Jose. I can't say thank you enough to my family, friends and supporters who have prayed for me and helped me to experience this opportunity. I hope you are experiencing it with me. Currently, I have $800 left to raise. If you would please join me in praying for these funds, I'd appreciate it. I know God is faithful.

Sunrise...the best alarm clock ever!

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Waves crash on the shoreline, the pink and red hues of sunrise pierce through my tent, beckoning my eyes to open and witness the beauty of morning. Quietly, I awake and open my rain flap. I lay back down to watch the sun rise slowly above the mountains in the distance, resting for a moment on the mountaintops. The scene is framed like a picture as I watch through the opening of my tent. An African woman passes by carrying water buckets down the beach. With one hand held out, the other balancing the teetering items on top of her head. A lone fisherman pulls a wooden boat behind him as he wades through the water. This is all done in the quietness of the morning. No sound except God's creation. Not a bad way to wake up!

This month my team and I lived in Monkeys Bay, Malawi. In the morning we helped fix up a house for a wonderful Malawian family. We called it "Extreme Makeover Home Addition - Malawi". Team Luminous may have a video up and running by now. In the afternoon we played soccer and volleyball with kids on the beach. Two of my favorite things to do...not a bad ministry! Jose and Nara, an incredible couple from Chili, who I wrote about previously, opened up their home to us. I learned so much from them, just in watching them interact with one another, with the children they love so much, and in how they serve those around them. It was a great month.

About a week ago we moved onto Zambia. I hope to share more updates soon!

Volcano Adventure...Untold story from the Phillippines

Mon, 6 Jul 2009 00:00:00 GMT

I meant to share this story in earlier months, but for some exciting reading...check out my teamate Holli's blog where she describes our incredible adventure hiking and sleeping in an active volcano! Check out pictures from my photo album also!

http://hollislewis.theworldrace.org/?filename=lost-on-a-volcano

Who you say you are

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Hello All!!!!

This month I landed in Beira, Mozambique, a country which lies on the East side of Africa bordering the Indian Ocean. We lived at a boys orphanage for the month where we helped with 2 construction projects - building a basketball court and demoing latrines. Yes, the smell had a lovely aroma. We also ventured out on several outreaches to surrounding villages where we shared testimonies, preached, and prayed for the people. Some dancing was thrown somewhere in the middle there. Africans love to dance - one way they worship the Lord. On one outreach we experienced a 6 hour long service, they danced the majority of the time. It's an arobic workout I tell you. Afer two songs I had to take a breather. But I love their worship!

In Africa BELIEF seems tangible. Here people have witnessed the sick be healed. They've seen needs be met. They've called on the Lord and He's provided. Yet, faith does not waver based on circumstances. Even in hard times they worship. I believe it's because there is no question in their mind - The Lord is REAL. Many Americans and Christians struggle with bouts of disbelief. Is God really who He says He is? I can say at times this has been a struggle of mine too. But let me tell you - The answer is YES. God is who He says He is! And He is worthy to be PRAISED!

update the philippines

Sun, 7 Jun 2009 00:00:00 GMT

I'm sorry I'm just now updating you on this past month.

We've arrived in South Africa after a month in the Philippines. South Africa is going to be awesome, something different than I've ever experienced. God's doing big things in my heart and in the people here. Totally excited!

As for The Philippines...it was an incredible month full of adventure and surprises. We were blessed beyond belief with accommodations, and people who cared for us all along the way. We helped in many different capacities throughout the country, which allowed us to see the dichotomy between rich and poor. Manila, the capital, is extremely wealthy. Yet, displays of poverty exist all around. We also had bursts of adventure thrown into the mix. Riding on top of Jeeps, hiking, volcanoes, playing sports. Below are some of the highlights of the month. Please check out my teammates blogs too. They paint a great picture.

The first week we worked with Vacation Bible School for a wealthy church. Which included some of the team members dressing up as The Chronicles of Narnia characters.

The second week we traveled to a far off island, one of the most beautiful places I've been, to help with church construction. Pastor Al, often called us up to speak during meetings. He is a very gentle and caring man, I really enjoyed my time with his family. During our stay, they also finished a homemade volleyball court. We enjoyed playing late night games under the lights.

On the way back from the island, we celebrated Jessica's birthday with a hike through a volcano - An unguided jaunt through the jungle, an amazing time. We camped in the crater. My teammates share some great stories from this time, check them out.

The third week we were given the opportunity to pray into different ministry opportunities. I substitute taught a few days at a Christian school - Weird to be back in the classroom.

All in all, if I could sum the month up in one word it would be: VARIETY.

I hope all of you are great back at home. Enjoying the summer weather, and good times. Miss you all, and thank you for your support and continual encouragement. More stories to come.

Clam digging and Simple living

Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Imagine riding down a dirt highway on motorbike, lush farmland on the left and right, a sea of green grass flowing by and expanding into the distance. Ahead of me lies the open road, no one in sight. The hum of the motor drowns out my thoughts. I look to my right and catch the sun midway through sunset. Taken in by the beauty of the moment, I pull over and watch the sun take its last breath of the day. I sit in silence not wanting the moment to end. I'm struck by the solitude. An open expanse of land, a strip of dirt road, a lone rider. In these moments I know there must exist something greater in life. In the grandness of scale, my life must have purpose.

This month on the World Race we took a break from ministry to follow our translator, Boom, home for the weekend. While my squad mates experienced ministry locations along the beautiful beaches of Thailand, and in the exciting capital city of Bangkok, I found myself with a small group on a bus to the outer provinces. We rarely experience comforts on the road. The idea of giving up coffee houses, comfy restaurants, and Internet cafes, for a rural village with outhouses and fire pits... I mourned slightly. However, I yearned for an experience outside my comfort zone in complete immersion of the culture.

Boom's village had never seen a foreigner before. As we pulled into the village, elevated huts on stilts stood in close proximity to one another - each painted with gasoline to avoid termite damage. Don't drop a match! Jumping off the truck we meet Boom's grandmother first. Introductions followed with her Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and Siblings, as we continued down the road. By the time we arrived at Boom's home we had acquired a following. On display, we took a seat on straw mats on the floor under their home. People approached us without shyness. They held our hands, lifted our arms, and rubbed the toenail polish on our toes. We sat side-by-side in a line facing the crowd. I could not help but empathize with zoo animals. Suddenly, I remembered we had Boom; we could communicate! After a barrage of questions and stares, followed by dinner, we set up camp for the night.

The next morning I awoke from my tent to the noise of brooms sweeping dirt across the yard. Roosters crowed with enthusiasm - a common alarm clock on the World Race. Flipping the door open to my tent, Boom told us to dress for clam digging at the river. We consumed fish for breakfast and jumped in the truck. We made our way to the river, ducking under swinging branches and passing wild elephants along the way. Two Thai teenagers followed on motorbike in pursuit; one serenaded us on guitar as we pulled up to the water. I must admit, I thought clam digging entailed walking along the water's edge harvesting clams out of the sand. Wrong, here it entailed full emersion in the water; neck high, using my toes to feel for shells beneath. Finally, after some practice I found the ability to pull a few up with my feet. "Lunch", Boom called out. I handed her the shells. Lunch, that easy? No store, no market, just a trip to the river? The night before we plucked a chicken for dinner, so not surprising.

As I juggle time zones, I'm continually amazed at the rare situations I find myself in. Living off the land and experiencing another way of life constantly urges me to juxtapose my memory of home with my current reality. I ask myself what daily life looks like for the people of this village. Some villagers sell crops to local markets, and some work in nearby factories. Boom is a rare exception. She is the only one in her family to pursue study at the University. Here, they value family and friends. However, for the most part the community engages in the same daily routine: eat, sleep, work, and rest. Not much unlike America, I gather, only Americans tend to find more things to fill their time. However, the question lingers. What do the people live for? What do I live for?

As I took the motorbike out for a ride and watched the sunset, I pondered such questions. With few distractions, one finds time to think about purpose and meaning. Looking at the sprawling landscape and gorgeous sunset, I know such scenery exists for more than peoples' admiration. Inside I feel a yearning that knows there is more to life. I'm not here merely to pass time. I could easily go through day-to-day life, never really thinking of the question: What do we live for? However, the pace of the village, calls me to answer the question. Relationships are momentary pleasures. Workweeks end. After the dinner party, people go home. For years I searched for peace to the yearning inside. Only through my faith did I found something that lasts. I'm glad I did not experience the distractions of the city. My time in the village reminded me of why I began this trip. Our surroundings, our loving relationships, point to something. A Creator. He desires to know us all.

Check out this video of our time in Selaphume!

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Follow the link and see a hilariously fun video of our time in Selaphume, Thailand. The best holiday ever invented: The Thai Water Festival! A huge week long water fight that takes place all over Thailand. Miss you all!

Emily

http://lizfroba.theworldrace.org/?filename=jungle-adventures-in-thailand

Randomness....Things I've Loved Most So Far

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Randomness...Things I've Loved Most So Far

Coke in plastic bags with straw.
TukTuk and Mottos - Enjoying the open road

Walking - the most common form of transportation
Elephants strolling down Mainstreet, got to love it.

Land to play on, room to run
Riding in back of trucks. - Sorry Mom I don't know the last time I had a seat belt on.

Shared Desserts
Moi Thai Fights

Camping under starry nights

Balcony views of city lights

Ferris Wheels

Paddle Boats
$2.00 Pedicures - the way to go.

Barbie Band-Aids

My new nickname - Mosquito Bait.
Teammate names like: Splat, Big Head, Gobbler, and Fungus Face

7 Eleven's on every corner.
Double Stuffed Oreos - in all countries.

Crickets, Tarantulas, and Beatles - Tried them all, still alive.

Futbol, Mango, Phad Thai
Spaghetti with ketchup for breakfast.
Swenson's Chewy Chocolate Ice Cream - what a rush!

Peanut Butter and Jelly - A saving grace.

Lucky Burger taste great.

Late night/Early morning discussions
Quiet evenings with crickets chirping

Sitting in swings with coke in hand
Inviting plastic chairs and sandal tans

Team Laughter/Team Depth

A helping hand, caring pats on the back

Roof Top sleeping

Pulling pranks

Loving teammates and Great debates

Hot seats and funny faces

The next 8 months...can't wait to see what awaits us!

Best Commonly Used Quote By World Racers...

IT WAS SOLID TODAY. (use your imagination)

Welcome to the Jungle!

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Welcome to the Jungle!!!

Well, after an 8-hour bus ride from Bangkok, Thailand, we arrive around 5:00A.M. in the town of Selaphum. While most of the teams are experiencing city life this month, Blikvah (I'll explain the name in a minute) is getting a taste of small town life. As we step off the bus we find ourselves waiting on the side of the road for our contact to pick us up. Minutes later she arrives and we throw our packs in the back of the truck and hop on for the ride home. We pull up to their church where we are ushered into a small room. We are told to get some sleep and be ready for breakfast at 8. We are also to have our bags packed for a two-day stint of bible camp in the jungle. The what... I think to myself...the jungle? But it's 5:00 in the morning and I have to be up in 3 hours...so it's no time for details.
Camp bus....

The next morning we board the bus for bible camp...60 rambunctious kids, wide awake, singing karaoke, and dancing in the aisles as we make our way to camp. I'm reminded of my bus rides to Young Life camp, and our shared enthusiasm. Turns out the jungle was not quite the jungle. Thank goodness. Ma, as our contact likes us to call her, just wanted us to be prepared. But eager mentors welcome the children as they jump of the bus. Over the next two days, many of the children heard of Jesus for the first time. For many, seeds were planted, as they were introduced to the bible and to a God that loves them and wants to know them.

This month our focus is building relationships with these children through English/bible study and sports ministry. Many of the children live in close proximity to the church. In addition, the church also lies next door to a leper colony. While communication barriers exist, our intent is to love the people here in the way Christ loves.

Ma and the pastor have lived in Selaphum over 20 years. They have built their church from the ground up, in an area where Buddhism is prominent, and Christianity is shunned. I've never seen a community so impacted by the presence of 2 people. Yet, as I walk around the village and speak with families, I witness their impact. I ask people, "How did you come to know Christ" and they say, "Ma". Their heart beats for people to know Jesus, and God has used them in so many ways. It inspires me as I look around our church service and see kids, university students, elders, lepers, mothers, and foreigners all worshiping together. This is Jesus...this is his heart.

So please keep us in your prayers, and pray for the people of Selaphum. Prayer has purpose and power.

As for team Blikvah. This month teams split to allow for opportunities to pursue specific areas of interest. Some girls are working with prostitute ministry in the city, our men joined together for "Manistry", getting much needed guy time in the mountains of Thailand, and half of team Tikvah and team Bling have joined to work in Salaphum - Hence the name Blikvah. We are having a blast and hope you'll check out our friend's blogs as they share their stories of Thailand.

Initiative

Thu, 2 Apr 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Initiative...

I remember sitting in coffee shops back home and watching as patrons came in and sat down near me. Often I would offer up a hello, and think about continuing with conversation, but rarely make the effort. Now, I think of the many missed opportunities I had to get to know people. A person you meet at the coffee shop may not become your best friend, but you never know how one conversation could impact your life. Especially, when you share the gospel.

I'd like to say things are different overseas. But I'm finding that building relationships takes just as much effort here, as at home. Things don't change just because your focus is mission work for a year.

As I learn to open myself up to conversation and engage people though, I find the more natural it becomes. I hope when I get home, I won't THINK about talking to the person to my left or to my right, but that I'll just start chatting. I've noticed just in the short time I've pursued this "little experiment" how randomly people enter my path. Whether it's the TukTuk driver who comes up to offer a ride, or the lady at the coke stand where I stop for my "daily dietary supplement." Maybe these people have been there all along. I didn't take the time to notice, to stop, to listen, to learn, to laugh with them. I thought about it, but didn't stop. And WE MISS OUT! So, my prayer is that I have eyes for those around me.

So, let me encourage you to talk to the cashier at the grocery store, or the waiter taking your order, the lady sitting next to you on the bus, or the man cheering on his son at the basketball game, the coworker you see daily. How will God use you to change a life? How will he use others to change your life? Don't we all desire to have those experiences! Right now it takes effort, in the future maybe it will be effortless. And as we open ourselves up to people, who knows who God will place in front of us. It just starts with a little initiative.

Pray and Watch

Tue, 10 Mar 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Pray and Watch

What I'm Learning: Before I came on this trip, very seldom did I fully give my prayers to God. Often I would pray, and follow immediately by taking action. For example, I'd pray for unity amongst my Young Life team, and immediately follow by suggesting a game night. Or I'd pray for peace and guidance in my classroom as I taught challenging middle schoolers. Yet, I'd make sure to keep my guard up, always alert, never resting in His peace. So, the challenge became: What if I fully gave my prayers to God?

What if I prayed and watched as He brought my team together? Nothing forced. What if I prayed and watched as He kept the waters calm in the classroom? Do I trust Him enough to do that? Do I believe that He would? There is a time for action. However, I'm quick to act and take control. In doing so, I've missed out on God. And He can do things better than me. So...in the past months, I've been learning how to pray and watch. And I've been blown away. From "little" things like...

Praying in the morning for fun times with the girls on my team and watching as we "randomly" come together to laugh, eat chocolate, and share stories that afternoon.

Praying for an English speaker to pass by to help us find our way when off the beaten path. And having them "pass by" with a smile on their face moments later.

Praying for a coke... (maybe not necessarily God's will), but having one handed to me by a friend.

Praying for vulnerability, and watching as our team opens up.

I heard an analogy involving a small child who once got his hand stuck inside an expensive vase while shopping in an upscale mall. Clerks tried tediously to help the boy remove the vase off his hand but it would not budge. Finally, the boys Mom arrived and urged him to "let go". As soon as he opened his fist the vase slipped off. His hand was free.

It's crazy trust to pray and wait. Crazy trust to Let Go. However, it's only now in letting go, that I've started to experience the freedom of God who's waiting in the wings. I'm starting small. Praying for Vulnerability, unity, English speakers, Coke! But I'm just getting revved up. I can't wait for the day I pray the dangerous prayers. Lord, let this people group come to know You, let this city come to know You, let this nation come to know You. Will I trust? Do I believe He'll do it? Pray and Watch.

A Day In The Life of a World Racer...HAITI

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 00:00:00 GMT

A Day In the Life of A World Racer: HAITI

Time reads 5:30 P.M. We take off from Port au Prince, Haiti, to our ministry site in Gonaives, four hours away. Driving in a rickety old school bus, my team and I have no idea what work we will assist with, if our contact awaits our arrival, or where we will sleep tonight. Expecting a departure time of 8:00A.M., we spent the entire day scouring the city for an ATM in working order. The banks simply ran out of cash to dispense. Now on the road, we've spent the past hour speeding down a gravel highway, swerving to avoid potholes, nearly escaping head on collisions, as our driver blows the horn every 20 seconds to alert motorists of his presence. Welcome to the adventure of the World Race. With all the bumps in the road, I'm afraid I must pick this story up later.

11:00P.M. We pull into a gated establishment, exiting the bus I experience the joy of stationary, solid earth beneath my feet. We shuffle into a half finished concrete structure, soon to be a house, yet currently without electricity or plumbing - our home for the next 3 weeks. We turn on our headlamps and make our way through the maze of doors and rooms. From a window we see a large backyard of barren, brown earth, we notice three structures in the distance. We wonder if people live there? Our contact explains our debrief will take place in the morning and to get some rest. With friendly mosquitoes all around, we set up our tents in the rooms. Finally, sleep.

6:35A.M. I awake to singing voices scattered among the outside. After 20 minutes of continuous chattering I rise and look out the window. 250 children stand before me, dressed in uniforms, spread throughout the yard. They giggle, play soccer, some tease one another. Is this an orphanage? I ponder. I make my way outside to find a restroom. A crowd of young children gathers around me. I say, "Bonjour", finally utilizing my French from high school. They laugh and smile back, directing me where to go. I kindly excuse myself behind a curtain, only to return 2 minutes later to the same smiling faces. What an introduction!

2:00P.M. Our contact arrives for our debrief, he apologies for his lateness. As I learned in the Dominican Republic, appointments don't run on a timetable, so no worries. He explains our team will help rebuild a church and a portion of the orphanage destroyed from the hurricanes last year. Water submerged Gonaives up to the rooftops after the hurricanes hit the Caribbean. Haiti, a poor country with very few resources, encounters a difficult rebuilding process. I ask why are there so many orphans? He explains, many have lived at the orphanage since birth, either their parents couldn't support them, or they've passed away. Many are victims of the storm. This is one of several orphanages in Haiti, and without it the children would live on the streets.

While working in Haiti, I realize how blessed I am to live and have been born in the United States. Sometimes I ask God why I'm so fortunate? I don't feel guilty. However, with those who are given much, comes great responsibility. Up until now, I can say I've failed to appreciate much of what I've been given. A loving family, caring friends, and all my basic needs exceedingly provided for. We don't realize the luxury of driving to a local market to buy a simple jar of peanut butter. Or the ease of pulling into a bank to withdraw $10.00. Or the ability to send a letter in the mail with confidence that it will reach its intended destination. On the other hand, when you live in a country where everything is at your fingertips, it's easy to rely on yourself. Therefore, making it hard to believe you need God. My hope for the people of Haiti, those at home, and for myself, is that we all realize this need. I'm recognizing this more everyday as I learn from the Haitian people, and experience life away from the hub of activity.

Hope everyone is well! I promise pictures will come! And thank you to everyone who sent cards!

Diggin deeper

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Sharing a house with 5 teams. Sleeping on a floor with sleeping bag and thin mat. Bucket Showers. Washing clothes and dishes by hand. Never walking out the door unaccompanied. Buying clean water on a daily basis. What time of day will water come out of the tap? When will the electricity turn on? Walking two miles each way to work everyday. Trying chicken's feet. Finishing my plate of odd food so not to insult the cook. Whatever the case, WE ROLL WITH IT. So far, what seemed would be difficult to give up, hasn't been a second thought.

However, what has been on our minds....In the states I've never eaten a meal and had a starving child look at me with eyes of hunger. I've never had a child I didn't know reach to hold my hand because he needed to feel loved. I've never had random strangers stop me on the street just to say hello....Granted, as Americans, we stand out. I've never, upon mentioning I'd like to ride a horse, had a farmer track me down to allow me a ride.

Living in the Dominican, I'm finding more and more what I can live without. I'm also finding what I can't live with. When you see a hungry child, do you feed him or walk along? You can't save everyone, but you can help those in your path. In the past few weeks, we've been challenged to study the word and decide what we believe. Our decisions have set a tone for our year to come. It's in these moments, when I've grown the most. It feels good to be stretched.

Generosity

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 00:00:00 GMT

I walk into the street only to be blown over by a motorist carrying 10 chickens on the side of his bike. We joke about who will be the first person to get hit, as there are very few stoplights, and always a chaotic mix of motorist bustling through intersections. The motorbike is the family minivan down here. Imagine 4 people packed on a tiny little bike, with groceries, or hardware supplies held tightly in their hands....as I write this, two gentlemen are passing by with an oversized bag of rice wedged between them. If you understand the motorbike, you understand it all - The Dominicans work with what they have. And with what they have, they are extremely generous.

For the past three weeks we have been serving a rural farming village, home to 30 families. Normally, our day starts a little after dawn with breakfast, followed by our two mile walk to the farm. I use the walk as an opportunity to select a song of the day, which my teammates "love" I'm sure. Beach Boys, Oldies, have been among the favorites. Honestly, the walk is one of my favorite parts of the day. Slowly we make our way through the city, weaving our way through San Juan, until finally the narrowness of the city streets open to a vast expanse of lush green farmland. With mountains visible in the distance, it takes my breath away every morning. Mostly, in the village, we've assisted with painting their one room schoolhouse, gathering daily water, and helping with the harvest of their crops. I had the unique experience of pulling up bean plants with my bare hands. Let's just say the Dominicans kicked our tail with their speed and accuracy. Along the way our goal has been to share our lives and faith with them.

Upon entering the village for the first time, we didn't know what to expect. Dominicans tend to put relationships above all else and are extremely extroverted. It's not uncommon to be stopped in the middle of the street by a complete stranger, because they want to say hello. However, this was someone's home we were entering. Nevertheless, we received the same welcoming reception. Before we knew it, every chair from their home was brought out for us to sit down. We were offered little cups of coffee, espresso, which they insisted we drink. Can you believe it, I experienced my first cup of coffee in the Dominican Republic! My teammate had to help me finish it though.

On that day, I couldn't help but feel bad for sharing what little they had. But their thoughts truly were not on themselves. Generosity! I hope I carry that away from this experience.

Yes, I made it.

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 00:00:00 GMT

Hello Wonderful People,

So, Emily left home without her password to log on to her World Race Blog Page. I'm so sorry I'm just now writing, however, The Dominican has been incredible so far. Currently, I'm working on a farm, helping with the needs of the community. Our team has enjoyed fixing up a school, harvesting the fields, and meeting the families. The community has been extremely welcoming as much of Dominican is. An extroverted culture, everyone says hello to each other. I hope to write in more detail soon, God has been stretching me a lot. Just wanted to let everyone know I made it here safely. Love you all. Don't worry, I still drink my daily Coca Cola.

Emily

Let's Rock n' Roll

Thu, 1 Jan 2009 00:00:00 GMT

As I leave to depart for the World Race here is a quick recap...

Charge of a 1 minute phone call from Cambodia to the U.S. - $2.25

Tent - 3lbs.

Number of vaccination shots - 5

Members of team Tikvah - 6

Daily individual budget for food and lodging - $7

Number of last meals requested - 8.5

Price of Coca Cola in Africa - 10 cents (Wahoo!)

Number of countries to travel - 11

Number of times I packed, unpacked, and packed again - 17

Georgia Bulldogs vs. Michigan State final score - To be updated New Year's Day!

One backpack fully loaded - 38lbs.

Next year's estimated air travel hours - 62...72..82..???

Temperature in Dominican Republic - 84 degrees

Number of songs on my IPOD - 424

Time I'll wake up to catch my first flight - 4:30 A.M.

Distance from home - Only a phone call away, Mom.

Number of miles trekked - To be determined

Sharing a trip of a lifetime with family and friends - Priceless.

As I prepare to leave for Miami, Fl., I know this trip would not be possible without the support of so many of my family and friends. Thank you for making this trip a reality and sharing this journey with me. I can't wait to share it with you. I want to know how life is going back home, please keep me updated! You know I always love a good story.

Updated Prayer Requests:
For us all to grow in our relationship with the Lord

To seek him everyday, and serve Him well.

Unity with our teams

Last bit of fundraising left - $3700

To sell my car.

Happy New Year!!!! May it be a great one!

Emily

So, What are we doing next year???? and GOT MAIL???

Wed, 17 Dec 2008 00:00:00 GMT

WHAT ARE WE DOING NEXT YEAR????

Can you believe it, the race route has changed again! Hey, we go where there is a need. Want a great explanation of what we'll be doing next year? Check out Kristen's link. It's awesome!

http://kristenmckee.theworldrace.org/?filename=race-route

MAIL POLICY:

As our time to depart for the World Race quickly approaches, many have asked how to send goodies our way! Here is AIM's response:

Due to the nature of our mission trip, racers will not be able to receive care packages. The mail system and import taxes make things a challenge. However, cards and letters are certainly welcome. Cards and letters from home can be taken to the field most of the time by race coaches. We understand the value of this to racers on the field and will try our best to get these to the field each time a Coach visits. Cards and letters should be flat and compact. Please mail these to:

Adventures in Missions

The World Race

For: RACER'S NAME

6000 Wellspring Trail

Gainesville, Ga. 30501

Back with more details and updates soon!!!

And the winner is...raffle results

Sat, 6 Dec 2008 00:00:00 GMT

And the winner is....Danetta Meador

Danetta was the lucky winner of a free beach weekend at the Carillon Beach Resort in sunny Florida! The Support Missions Raffle took place at 6:00P.M. on Dec. 5^th.

Runner Up Winners Include:

Lynda Hunnicutt

Eddie Burns

Laura Hunnicutt

Burt Barto

Thank you to everyone who participated in the raffle and helped sell tickets. I greatly appreciate your support and encouragement. I want to say a special thanks to Larry, Lynda, Haley, and Pam, for your assistance. I'd also like to thank Roy and Lynn Moseman who helped with the final drawing!!! I couldn't have done this without you!

My first steps in Trust

Fri, 21 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT

Growing up I learned that working hard would bring success. As an athlete I put in long hours at practice, so when it came to game time our team could go out on the court and make it happen. I learned how to depend on myself, I learned most often I could find "success" if I performed well and gave my all. Such capability made one thing very hard though. It made it hard to trust God.

When you are so used to depending on yourself, you don't feel like you need God. Now, looking back, I realize God in His Grace allowed good things to come my way. He gave me the ability to perform. He gave me people who supported and encouraged me. However, while I tried to be humble, most often this underlying feeling of success, achievement, and performance only added to my pride.

The World Race is one of my first steps in dependency on God. Having relied on myself for so long, I'm learning what it means to trust God. What does it look like to trust God for fundraising, for safety, for food, for shelter? I'm finding sometimes my faith is weak. I'm learning Faith is one area where I can't just perform on the spot. I can't just make it happen. I can't just be at peace knowing God's in control. I spent so many years trusting in myself and my abilities it's hard to trust that he will provide. It makes me sad I missed out for so long on His power and faithfulness.

So, these are my first steps. And I have HOPE. For each time I let go, and God takes control, I witness his power. I see I am not alone. I see Him "make things happen" , things I could never forsee. And my trust grows - Making it easier to believe each time that he will not forsake me. That he loves me, and I don't have to depend on myself. That is freeing....that is TRUST.

Trust is what I will be learning this year. Jump in with me.

God...aka Dude

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT

God....aka Dude

Tonight I found myself referring to God as Dude. My heart was anxious about fundraising; $13,800 is a lot to raise. As I was praying I found myself saying to God, "Dude, I don't know how I'm going to get this money." It hit me...I just called God, Dude. It just sort of slipped out. I felt bad at first, thinking God deserves a much more reverent title. But then I realized, I don't think I've ever been so real in prayer.

I love the story in James 2:

"If a man comes into your church dressed in expensive clothes and with valuable gold rings on his fingers, and at the same moment another man comes in who is poor and dressed in threadbare clothes, and you make a lot of fuss over the rich man and give him the best seat in the house and say to the poor man, "You can stand over there if you like, or else sit on the floor" -well judging a man by his wealth shows that you are guided by wrong motives."

This story reminds me that God wants us to come as we are. I didn't mean to address God as Dude, but I'm glad I felt comfortable enough to do it. It's been a while since I've spoken so freely and honestly in prayer. Doesn't it feel good to know we can be real with God!

Meet Team Tikvah

Sun, 2 Nov 2008 00:00:00 GMT

MEET TEAM TIKVAH!!!!

I love my team!!! They have been a constant source of support and encouragement. After our first late night trip to the local Waffle House, there was no turning back. We're a team! As we venture out on our unpredictable journey, please pray for us.

Our desire to seek His will.

Continued growth and faith in Him.

That God ignites his fire and passion inside us.

Fundraising

Team growth

I WILL ADD A PICTURE SOON!!!! AS MANY OF YOU KNOW I'M HORRIBLE WITH TECHNOLOGY. I SEEMED TO HAVE TEMPORARILY FORGOTTEN HOW TO ADD PICTURES. Luckily my friends here, know what there doing. CHECK OUT MY NEW FAMILY:

Chris Scott

http://chrisscott.theworldrace.org/

Natalie Smith

http://nataliesmith.theworldrace.org/

Hollis Lewis

http://hollislewis.theworldrace.org/

Jessica Bauman

http://jessicabauman.theworldrace.org/

Nathan "Oak" Hood

http://nathanhood.theworldrace.org/

training camp

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 00:00:00 GMT

My week at training camp so far...

7:00 A.M. wake up call. Physical training. Using a water bottle to brush my teeth. Sinks???? Enjoying roma noodles, fried plantans, and fish for breakfast. Missing my Coke a Cola and Ham and Cheese. Whoever knew this nice does of reality would bring such joy!

Some things are uncomfortable, but comfort does not always let us appreciate what we have. I appreciate my relationship with the Lord, my family, my friends, old and new, and the little neccesities along the way. In having little, I found joy!

Got to run...more details to come.

Get To Know One of My Team Members

Sat, 27 Sep 2008 00:00:00 GMT

Let me introduce you to one of my teammates. Check out why they want to go on this trip by clicking on the following link and reading the article "How I was Called To the Missions Field".

http://rebeccabillings.theworldrace.org/?filename=how-i-was-called-to-the-mission-field