We were asked to write a blog about how we were called to this mission trip. Here is my story…
I have always loved loved loved traveling. I feel like it’s in my blood. My dad travels a lot and I have been lucky enough to go wtih him on a number of occasions. I finally figured out that when you couple traveling with helping/loving people you get missions. The moment I put the two together I knew I had to be involved in some way, shape or form. Though, I wasn’t exactly sure what medium it would be in. I’ve been on a few missions trips in the past 5, 6 years or so to Uganda, Mexico, New Orleans and others…
Just look at this lil mama. Her little feet in those backward shoes… she is so precious!
My heart has always pumped the fastest when I think about other nations and missionaries and I knew God had more for me than just a few missions trips…I think the things your heart beats the fastest for are the things that God’s heart beats for.
Well, lo and behold I picked up Relevant magazine (a mens christian magazine) and read an article about a guy that had just returned from the World Race. I cried and wept…(then went on the website for a million hours and cried a little more) my heart was so excited yet it also shattered into a million pieces at the same time. In that instant I knew God was calling me to go. That was almost 2 years ago! Because after reading that article a sudden panic came over me about my future- I would get filled with anxiety all the time and even had a few panic attacks. This lasted for a couple of months. I didn’t know if I was supposed to finish school, go on another trip that I had applied for or apply for the World Race? I didn’t feel at peace about anything.
Finally, I decided not to go on the trips; summer break came and I felt that I could finally rest in Gods grace and peace and just pray about what His will was…not mine. That was it… why had I been trying to manipulate the plan? It came to me. All in His timing- not even to be cliché but He really does have perfect timing. I decided that I would finish school at city college AND, on top of that, The World Race was brought back into my heart. Hooray! I have never felt more peace about any other decisions I have made in my life. The panic disappeared completely- not to say the idea of being gone for a year/missing my friends and family doesn’t freak me out a bit- but it’s a different, good, kind of freak out.
