How I was called to the mission field

Most of my life, I had absolutely no desire for missions. I could
have cared less about what was going on around the world and how God
was moving in that way. I believed that I would marry a rich man and
live in America for the rest of my life. I would often tell my sister
that I would hire a nanny and eat out often because I didn’t like to
cook, which is still not my favorite thing in the world. She would
laugh and tell me that who ever my husband was may not like that so
much! As I really started to grow in the Lord, He began to change my
heart about a lot of things. One Sunday, I was at church and on this
particular day, they decided to have a man from Turkey come and speak
about the things God was doing there. As he spoke about the persecution
and how the Lord had grown them through it, my heart began to change. I
remember walking out of church that day with a new mind about missions!
I suddenly knew God was calling me to be a missionary and felt that He
particularly wanted me in Turkey. This could still be the case; we will
leave that up to Him. But I was truly changed that day and haven’t been
the same since.  Then, when I moved into the house I live in now, God
really began to do a work in me about the World Race. One of my
roommates was preparing to go on the World Race, and as I watched her
and how the Lord met her every need, my heart began to stir for
something more. I started to feel that I was settling for less than
what God wanted for me. I started praying and asking Him what it was
that I was missing.. All the while I had been praying about going on
the WR. The day we dropped Anna off at the airport to leave was the day
I applied. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. All day long, I was going
round and round about the possibility and what it would mean and how my
life would change, and the Lord finally said, “Just apply. I will open
the door if I want you to walk through it.” This is bound to be life
changing!