The best and worst part of being a senior in high school is that you’re done. No more high school, no more being forced to wake up early to go and learn about stuff that, if we’re being honest, I don’t really care about. No more having to come home from school and get started on homework. But on the other hand once you’re done it’s over. You are forced to make big, grown up decisions, like “where do you want to go to college?” or, as I like to put it, “what do you want to do with the rest of your life?” Finally being in the situation where I was forced to make those kinds of decisions I realized that I didn’t know the answer to either of these two questions. Though, I did know that I love God and I love missions. The thought of bring the gospel to different peoples in the world excites a part of me so deep that it’s hard to explain. When I think of how God revealed to me his plan for me to spend 9 months of my life sharing the hope, peace and joy I have in him, it often brings me think of the prophet Isaiah. After he is cleansed by the burning coal he hears the Lord say “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then Isaiah said “Here I am! Send me”. The accepting willingness that Isaiah had encourages me. He didn’t know what he was going to do, where he was going to stay, or even what to say. All he knows is that the Lord, who had just cleansed him, was looking for someone to go. And that’s about all I know. My God whose unending grace saved me wants me to go and tell the nations. Who am I to say no?
