As a now seasoned World Racer, let me tell you something. You know those things you came to understand before, and it was beautiful. Then, you come back again, and you still understand what you understood before, but it’s like there’s still so much more understanding to be understood? Yeah, so that’s the World Race.

I thought God called me on the Race because I had a lot to do, but He actually wanted me to receive a lot more. I thought my issues lay with my wrongdoings not my wrong believing. I thought who Jesus said I was was enough, I didn’t realize I needed to agree.

1 As I write this blog, I wish I could just report all the things I’ve done on my Race, but that would do my journey very little justice. There’s something ingrained in religion that says, “Life with Jesus depends on achievement.”

I thought I knew what I needed to do, but come to find out that is where my issue lies. Too much of my time was spent looking to Jesus to find out what to do when all He wanted was to tell me

I am Loved.

There is no “if” statement attached. Love is who Jesus is, and He cannot help but Love us.

2 I like control, and I like the idea that I can fix all my problems, mend all my heartbreaks. Again, Jesus is minimally concerned with what we do because He understands it is a direct correlation to what we believe.

If I believe Jesus is trustworthy, I will trust Him. If I believe Jesus paid the payment of law in full, I will walk in righteousness.

Still, there was more.

3 It is really cool to know that the Creator of the universe looks at me and calls me Beloved. Except, I keep it on the surface when I disagree.

So, Chicago was full of a lot of fun revelations on this new journey. Then, as my team transitioned from Chicago to Wisconsin, we had a debrief.

At debrief, I got to converse with many people full of wisdom who spoke more Truth into my identity. The last meeting was with Megan, my squad mentor. She looked at me and could celebrate the journey of identity thus far.

Then, she asked what I thought of myself.

I had just got done telling her all these things I knew of my identity… But I awkwardly laughed and could only say two things I actually liked about myself.

Megan then encouraged me to ask Jesus about it.

A couple days later I did, and He revealed some more Truth of my freedom and identity.

That’s the thing about Truth, Truth isn’t something I must work to make true; I must simply agree with it.