Dear readers,

It has been far too long since I’ve written to you. And for that, I must apologize. My story has been quite hectic as of late, and I haven’t found the time to sit down and reflect and write down what God has been doing.

As you know we serve a mighty God who is always working, so I cannot say that these past few months have been boring, far from it actually.

I am going to do my best to capture what has happened for me, and my hope is to point back to God in every line. Nothing that I have done is of my own accord, I want to clarify that.

I’ve officially been off of The World Race for 3 months now, and I have to ask where the time went.

I will capture each month as best as I can. In three words. Rest, Fire, and Wait. (A short series. As you can assume.) In this letter, we will cover Rest.

The month of February was one of the longest periods of my life. I asked God to give me a week or so of rest before He placed me wherever He wanted me. He gave me a little over a month of not being able to find and secure a job. Which was quite disappointing.

Sprinkle a bit of embarrassment, confusion, and uncertainty, that is how I felt and lived.

A good friend and brother in Christ offered me a place to live while I was figuring out what God was doing. Rent-free, and constant encouragement. This Man of God means so much to me and my heart.

When no jobs opened up for me I spent as much time as I could with those I had built relationships with before I left. I met in coffee shops, café’s and a McDonald’s parking lot quite often. I wanted to disciple and encourage anyone God brought into my line of sight.

I didn’t want to get discouraged from being pulled off of The World Race, but I cannot lie there were and still are some days I think that way.

“God, I’m supposed to be in Guatemala today.”

“I wouldn’t have to be doing this if I was still out on The World Race.”

“I wonder what awesome things they get to do today?”

Oh man, did Satan really mess with me some days.

Yet in that time God made something so clear.

“Mitchell, rest up. Abide in me, we have some work to do.”

So that is what I did. I rested, as well as I could. I had to learn how to rest or be reminded anyway. Rest does not come naturally to me, and God is slowly showing me how to rest in Him. To have peace in the circumstances of my story because I know who holds the pen that writes every line perfectly.

That is my encouragement to you. Go and find rest in the Father. Learn how to do that throughout your day, and your life will never look the same.

Until next time.

-Mitchell