Well welcome to my blog! This is all so crazy! I can not believe that less than 3 weeks ago I submitted my application to the race and less than a week ago I got accepted, and in ONE DAY I leave for training camp! AHHHHHH! My past week has been a whirlwind of emotions and surprises but I could not be more in awe with God and how amazing He truly is.
Lets rewind all the way back to 10 year old Megan at a Holiness Camp her family went to every year. It was missionary day and a sweet lady named Billy-Sue was talking in the kids tabernacle about how she was a missionary in Bolivia. I had questions beyond questions for her and at the end of the day I ended up praying at the alter. That day I felt my call to missions.
Fast-forward a year to my very first mission trip to Tijuana, Mexico. I was 11 years old and went with my mom on a mother-daughter trip. I remember feeling so comfortable and content, and at the age of 11 I knew for sure missions would always be a calling on my heart.
As time went on and I got older and older, sports and school kind of got in the way and missions kind of got put on the back-burner. The funny thing about God is, when He places a calling on your heart, it will never go away. The calling was always on my heart no matter how busy I got.
Fast-forward again to November 2015, where I went on a mission trip to Piedras Negras, Mexico. On that trip, God was very clear to me again and reminded me of this call that had been placed on my heart so many years ago. When I got back from Mexico I decided to look into different mission organizations and different ways on how I could “be a missionary”.
In January I started my application for The World Race, but during my application process life got busy so I decided maybe it was not the right time. I told myself I would “be a missionary” when I finished school, when I am more financially stable, and when I felt the timing was right.
Since January I kept receiving emails after emails from TWR asking me to finish my application and to apply. I ignored the emails, but they kept coming. Then on July 17th I received a last minute email stating there were still openings and to apply. I prayed about it and I knew I needed to apply.
The amazing thing about God is, His timing is impeccable and perfect! Who would have known that on August third, when I was serving as a girls camp counselor at the SAME holiness camp I have attended since I was a baby and the SAME one that I first heard my call to missions, that I would be accepted into The World Race! Can I just say, that was not a coincidence.
But wait, there is more. I will admit I had a mini panic attack when I found out that I leave for training camp in a week and needed $5000… ONE WEEK! I prayed and asked God that if this was His will, He would bring peace, and the funds would come in. Guys, God is cool. After that moment, I felt at peace and have had it ever since. In less than 24 hours friends and family and also complete strangers donated over half of the funds I needed. In 5 days, I am 3/4 of the way to my $5000. I was worried about a plane ticket and then out of nowhere, a sweet lady told me to “come see her” and she purchased my plane ticket for me to be able to go to Georgia for training camp.
If there is one thing I want everyone to take from my blog, it is this. God listens to our needs and desires, God provides, and God will not ever let you forget the calls He lays on your heart. Trust in God and always have faith, and with that you will move mountains!
