I clicked the “submit” button on the four essay question application. My spirit leaped with joy and my skin froze in uncertainty. I did it. I applied for Adventure’s in Missions “World Race.” “What have I done?” I thought as I sat contemplating the possibilities of being accepted or rejected by the World Race. A small amount of doubt in my mind was followed with confirmation through my heart.
As I evaluated and day dreamed the possible scenarios that could come of the application, I was reminded of a moment I had with God this summer. A beautiful morning, grass glistening with dew as the cool air blew and the warmth of the sun shone down. Me and my savior spending time, His word jumping off the pages and into my heart, His passion for the lost stirring within my soul. It was in that moment, that romantic morning with my Savior, I knew I was being called to something much bigger than I could have thought. I knew I was being called to something much bigger than the “American Dream.” The words He told His disciples, “follow me”- what did that truly mean? It was a revelation within my heart. My life is not my own, but my life is HIS alone.
Months go by and I still catch myself daydreaming about the possibility of traveling the world, only with my back pack, living radically, all with the intent of sharing the Gospel. It’s a longing in my soul that I’ve continued to ignore because the reality of living a life like that (a single woman traveling by herself out of backpack), seemed to be defined in my mind as lesser and lesser of a possibility. As more time went by, my heart became less and less satisfied with the answer my mind was giving me. I Google’d “World Missions”, just to see if something of the sort existed. As I ventured through the first link I saw, my heart began to beat rapidly, my face began to redden and my eyes became moist and warm. This was no accident, this was no coincidence, this was a divine encounter. God had shown me exactly where He wanted me.
I would love to say that in that moment, I had an obedient heart and applied right away, but I can’t. Instead, I thought about it, started to apply, and eventually put the application aside. “This is too scary, too big of a step, and I’ll have to leave so much behind- including Children’s Ministry. I can’t do this right now.” As I decided the World Race was not for me, my heart grew unsatisfied, my days grew longer, and my jobs (both of which, I love dearly) began to seem treacherous. I went to my Father in confusion, and again, in that secret place, He reminded me of the time we had that summer, the desire and the passion He placed in my heart. He assured me, “this is it.” Three small words that assured my future. Preceded by prayer and fasting, I finally applied for the World Race and a few weeks, interviews, and references later- was notified of my acceptance.
We are called to the mission field. Your field may be your neighborhood, school, workplace, or somewhere else around the world, but we have all been called to share the Gospel. John 13:14-16 is a verse one of my friends put in a shadow box for me that sits on my desk, and it applies to our given mission so well. “Now, that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another’s feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. I tell you the truth, no servant is greater than his master.”
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Thank you for taking the time to read this, and allowing me to share my heart with you.
with Love,
Andie
