The unction for international missions has not always been this strong. In fact, God’s tugging on my heart strings to go on this Race came about in just a few days last May.
Throughout junior and senior high school, I was involved in different mission endeavors. I spent a couple of summers in Honduras doing mainly construction and putting on Vacation Bible Schools. I was involved with a trip several times to a small town near the Amish country in Pennsylvania, where we held a week long VBS for the church. I looked forward to this adventure every summer. I found a picture last night that I hadn’t seen in years. I was either 15 or 16 years old in the photo, and I am holding a set of twins, whom belonged to a woman we worked with at the church in Pennsylvania.
Last night, before I came across that photo, Bonnie snapped a shot of a little girl and me at church. I couldn’t help noticing the similarities between the two photographs. Yeah, the hair on my head is shorter and the hair on my face is longer, and the children’s skin colors and backgrounds are completely opposite, but I know that longing to love on God’s people was there all along.
I had not one clue that I would be in Africa, and in the middle of a year-long worldwide missions trip back when that picture was made 5 or 6 years ago. It truly was foreshadowing, whether I realized it or not!
