Ever since my first trip to Kenya in 2002, God broke my heart for the people of Africa. I’ve wanted to be a pilot since I can remember and one year during a trip to Sudan we flew into Southern Sudan with an organization called Missionary Aviation Fellowship (MAF). God opened my eyes to the possibility that my calling in life could be to be a missionary pilot.
Since then, I attended school at Metro State College of Denver where I began their flight program. After my first semester, I realized that the program was geared more towards commercial pilots and really wasn’t where I thought God wanted me to be. Shortly after that, I got offered a job working as an IT consultant. I accepted because I thought it would be a good challenge for me and the schedule would be flexible enough to pursue flight school privately.
Here I am, almost three years later, a recent graduate of Metro State College of Denver, and I still have yet to take a single flight lesson. Since I knew I was graduating, I thought now was the time to re-evaluate where God wanted me to be in life.
After some time in prayer, a good friend emailed me a link to the World Race. I don’t really believe in coincidences so I read about it and decided to apply. My preliminary application was accepted and I scheduled a phone interview. I told my interviewer, Nick, basically everything I’ve already written about. I told him I felt God was calling me to go on a World Race to sort of test the waters – to see if long-term missions are really where I’m supposed to be.
The title of this blog post is actually fairly misleading. In reality, I didn’t choose to go on a World Race at all; God led me to go on a World Race.
