About 4 years ago someone told me I should do missions. My response was yeah(really it had a few choice words in there too). I never wanted to leave my home. I really never wanted to leave Nashville. I always thought that why go around the world to help people when i can do it in my own back yard? I was so selfish and didn't really care about anyone else but myself. I went through the trail of my life and God just started to break me. I lost the one thing that mattered the most to me. I lost my everything. Then one night in my small group we watched the "Invisible Children" documentary. it was watching that film is when God opened my eyes. I just remember being so pissed and hurt for these people. In some way i could relate to their pain. That is when god gave me a calling to help those in sex trafficking and child soldiers. I wanted to go and help get these kids out of this crappy situation. Go and steal them back from this army. I was at a point in life that i just wanted to do something crazy. I also looked into smuggling bibles into countries illegally. To be honest. I felt like if i was going to commit suicide then why not do it trying to help people? Ive come a long ways. I feel like that calling was always there. I just couldn't figure out where to go to do this. I waited two years. Trying to find mission work that would do something crazy. While looking for that I found The world race. Its been kind of a God thing. I'm ready to go.
