As I sat staring out the window into the most gorgeous countryside I had ever seen I started to think about life, the past 10 months on the World Race, going home in a month, and what else God had for me. Lately one of the questions that I pondered was what is my calling. I have watched teammates and squad mates discover their callings in life and I wanted to know mine. I was getting frustrated that I couldn't figure it out but the beauty of the countryside melted away my worries…….
My last day in Rwanda our pastor's wife came to my room and asked me to come to the living room. This wouldn't have been a big deal aside from the fact that she never once spoke to us. I was shocked she even knew my name. As I walked into the living room I had many thoughts running through my head. Most of my team was out so I wondered why she wanted me to come to the living room. Another woman was there and I thought she was gonna try to sell me some homemade jewlery or something. The pastor's wife started talking and the other woman translated. She shared that I had been such a blessing and that God used me in many ways. She continued that her kids loved me and I loved them so well and she loved me as well. She prayed for my future and wished me big things. I was shocked I had no idea that I had made such an impact on her without even realizing it. She apologized for not talking to us but she was hesitent to speak English but had understood all I said this month. She them pulled out a handmade African outfit for me. This family that had so so little got me a gift and a pricey one at that. My heart swelled with the love that they had for me and that my heavenly Father had as well. As I returned to my room tears streaming down my face our pastor's daughter knocked on my door. In her hand were two pairs of earrings and a necklace for me. My heart swelled even more. These people loved me so much and appreciated me so much that they used what little they had to get me a gift. I sat in my room overwhelmed wondering what God had for me….
As I sat on my bed in a hostel I thought of these two stories and how they connected. I asked God for an answer. As I journeled my friend asked me "What's your calling?" My reply to her was that I have no idea. I wrote my squad mom sharing with her about this and my current thoughts. As I read her reply hours later my head and my heart met and I had an answer. LOVE My calling is just that simple to love others. It's what I do best. It's what God sent me out into the world to do. It's what God sent his only son to do, the one whom which my name comes from. All my questions were answered the final puzzle piece in place.
I have often been told that I love well and never thought much of it. I mean everyone loves don't they. Ironic that since childhood I have been obsessed with heart shapes. It's my favorite shape. A heart holds love. No wonder I loved it so. The desires of my heart have been getting met and I know what's to come in some ways. God loves me so he gave me the desires I had to travel the world. I've done just that. So much more is coming and I can't wait. My friend told me that I'm the woman that gets out of bed and Satan says " Oh crap, She's awake!" Yep there's no one else I'd rather be than me. I'm gonna kick some more butt and take some more names in the last month of this incredible journey!!!
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