This is not a new story, but instead one that goes back into my childhood. When I was young there was a family from my church that had done some mission work in an orphanage in Ethiopia . As soon as they finished their testimony one Sunday I knew that I had to go. It was never a question in my mind, but instead was just a part of me and my life.
My freshman year of high school I went with my church youth group to Juarez, Mexico to build a house for a family in need. It was one of the most amazing and humbling experiences. At the time I knew very well it would not be the last of my work in the mission field.
I always knew even when I was farthest from God that someday I would be serving Him overseas. And then six months ago on one very unforgettable night God put it in my heart that NOW was the time to go.
I originally had thought I would be serving in an orphanage because I have tons of experience with children, but in all my research I only found closed doors. Many of the orphanages I contacted either didn’t contact me back or they were not in need of any long term missionaries.
For a good month or so I was feeling very discouraged (and impatient). I started praying like crazy that God would reveal where He wanted me to go.
That all changed in one day as complete strangers told me about this thing called the World Race. At work one weekend, this sweet group of ladies came into the store. We get talking about traveling (one of my favorite conversations), and I come to find out they have all been involved in various mission fields. I then mentioned my desire to go overseas, and the one lady tells me I should go on the Worlds Race. It turns out her daughter had gone on it and loved it.
Two weeks later, I decided to Google it as I was running out of other options. As soon as I started reading I knew that I had to apply. So I did. And now here I am, right where God has led me…and I couldn’t be happier or more excited to go on this amazing journey.
