This is our planned future vehicle and home in Germany. They’re owned by another missionary family, who are leaving Germany for a few years to SE Asia. They need someone to buy the van and take over their home so they can afford to follow God where He’s called them.
You’re a runner, waiting in front of the starting blocks of the race of your lifetime. You’ve spent years preparing for this race—preparing your mind, body, and soul for a moment like this, even when many around you wondered if you’d lost the plot. You were always certain of your avocation, knowing that someday you’d be crouched in these starting blocks, because this is what you were made to do. Every other race you’ve ever run before was only a prelude to this. As you wait, you relive the last season of your life in your mind.
One day, not too long ago, you got the call that you were invited to run this race—THE race. Because it was what you were made to do—because there was nothing else in the world you could imagine doing with your life other than running this race—you immediately began making changes in every remaining facet of your life, to be more well-prepared for the race. You sell anything and everything you can to raise cash for your training and travel. You get involved in even higher-level training regimens, and you even see some running specialists who teach you how to run better/faster/longer, and test you to make sure they made the right call in allowing you to run.
