Send Me Lord…I will Go.
I have grown up in America my entire life. I have everything a person could want. A house, a car, several jobs, food for every meal, a laptop, schooling…the list goes on.
But all these possesions are nothing. In America and all over the world we have become so selfish.
So selfish if makes me sick..
When we wake up in the morning, how often to we think or act for others first.
My days are always about
ME
…and I hate it. I’m tired of being selfish and making my life about me.
Living my life for me.
Yes, technically it is called “my life” but it no longer belongs to me. God has given me this life. I was bought at a price. His son died for me. He has given me love, hope, and a future.
And to thank him I’m giving my life back to him
Over the years I have slowly offered up parts of it. My time, my money, etc…but not all of it. I have finally told God, its yours. You’ve given me life and to thank you I hnd mine back to you.
Back in highschool God started tapping on my heart. He said:
“Lacey…I have plans for you. You say you love me, go to the nations and show that. Tell them who I am.”
“Me God? Are you sure? This is Lacey we’re talking about”
“Yes you my daughter. I am going to use you.”
“Seriously? Alright God, send me I’ll go.”
“Will you really? You say that but occupy your self with other things…”
“Of course I mean that.”
Then i would cover my eyes and turn away.
I was scared.
To be used I would have to drop my life as it is. I would have to abandon my comfy life as it was. My comfortable and routine life.
I would have to become selfless.
I have had an ache in my heart for years when people spoke of mission trips and orphanges. Its an indescribable pain deep within my chest cavity. It’s a burden God has given me so that I will get up and do something about it. I felt like God wanted me to go , but I didnt know when, or where, and how on earth would be use a human like me? But God loves using the weak bceause then his glory shines even brighter.
Well I graduated highschool and considered doing a short trip but decided I would do it the next year. One year turned into three. Every Winter I would say I’ll go next Summer or Fall. I kept pushing it farther away but still asking God to send me. I was confused and scared. I want to do what God has planned for me, but I knew it wouldnt be easy.
Well back in March I was reading my bible and hopped on the computer to look up some trips. One of the first things that popped up was The World Race. My heart started racing as I checked out the site.I had heard of it the year before but I wasnt old enough. Over and over that day I went to the site and within a week I had applied, was interviewed, and accepted.
Uhh what just happened?
I’m a procrastinator…God totally controlled my hands before my mind had a chance to realize what was happening.
God has given me such a desire to be on the mission field for years, I just didnt know when or how I would do something about it. After waiting years, I’ve realized its not going to go away. God put that ache there so that I would do something about it. And I finally am…september 12th I will go to the nations…
And thats a summary of how I was called to the world race…=)
