Here’s some backstory before the fun begins. All of my life I have been told I need to get a college education to make it in life, get a good job, and raise a family. In my eyes, I’ve always hated the idea of money and having to work for the world. I never wanted to be a part of the zombie culture that has begun to grow. I was made for adventure, and sharing the gospel, because at the end of my life I know that any product of worldly success will be a waste. God’s kingdom is at stake and that’s what we’re here for. That’s what I’m here for!
Currently, I have a friend in the Gap Year world race. This is how I originally heard about Adventures in Missions. The plan was that she’d leave and we’d be reunited in 9 months at the air port! Little did we know, that was just the beginning.
A few weeks pass, and my mother suddenly comes into the house joking around and rambling about sending my sister and I off on the world race. At that moment she hadn’t realized that she stirred an idea. An idea so crazy that no one else but God could have put it there. That night, October 6th, 2015 I looked up the world race to see what kind of places you would get to go to, and picked a random route. Thinking I would get a random route. I started filling out the form for route 3. That’s when I realized that was definitely not the route I would want to go on. I then backtracked to route 5 where I definitely wanted to go. Finishing a few basic parts of the application I went to sleep. Not realizing I had just started a new chapter of my life.
The next day, I get a call from AIM telling me that route 5, the one >I< had chosen was no longer available, but route 3 (the one I was trying to avoid) was still available. I accepted it as God and told them I would finish the application that night. Two and a half weeks later here I am! Accepted as a world racer and fresh from training camp! Now here’s the fun part.
God works in the weirdest ways I have ever seen. I’ve always had this idea that for God to change your life it has to be something HUGE. Like a tiger. Scary, ferocious, and something that will rip your life apart. So far, in my experience. It has been quite the opposite. The way He saved me from my flesh was as gentle as a kitten. Including the way He put me in The World Race. Let me bring you on a story of a kitten that became a tiger two and a half weeks ago. (10/6/15)
God is the ultimate comedian. He can tell a joke to a crowd of deaf people and still get them to laugh. After getting accepted into The World Race and frantically packing and asking for donations within 2 days for an impossible deadline. God provided. I can’t count how many times I was on my hands and knees praying for His provision and guidance. I honestly had no idea if it was His will or my spontaneous personality. So I prayed about it. A lot. I arrived at training camp in once piece not knowing what I was doing there, how I got there, or why I wanted to be there. I was just following a little kitten. It had been two days into training camp, and I was still confused why I was there. As I looked around the room while everyone was singing and worshipping. Watching people fall down on the spot, break into tears. I saw God working in the room. Healing wounds, taking pain, answering prayers. I personally didn’t have many wounds and was confused. I thought I needed a huge problem with my life for God to work huge things. Here’s where that kitten comes in. He showed me that a kitten at first is harmless, but when it grows. It can become a huge tiger. I chased that tiny kitten right into the den of tigers. That tiny moment of walking into a plan I didn’t see. Turned into the tiger which is God’s plan for my life. Ferocious and undaunted.
