Hi Everyone!
I am enthused at the opportunity I have to share with you all…. how I was called to the mission field.
I grew up going to a baptist church, where I was raised to believe God loves me and that he died for me. I am grateful for this upbringing because it left a deposit of scripture in me that I very much needed throughout my teen years.
When I got to High School, I met some situations that forced me to begin questioning my faith. In a heart beat it seemed like all the leaders in my church were either leaving for another church or completely abandoning their faith. To add to this confusion my parents got in a divorce, leaving me in a crucible.
Public School didn't seem to help the struggle I was facing. In a fight not against flesh and blood, but against the spiritual authorities of darkness ( Ephesians 2:6), I was handed every temptation imaginable. I gave in to the pressures of drugs and alcohol, not caring what I did with myself and living as if God didn't exist.
I wanted to believe that God was real, but at the same time if He was real, I was angry at Him. Why did he let my parents get a divorce and why didn't he protect me from getting close to someone, who He knew later was going to abandon their faith?
Romans 8:28 " And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them."
Philippians 1:6 " And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns."
The summer after I graduated, my grandfather Wally Wolcott, was on his way up to Lavrador Canada on a motorcycle when, as he was riding through a valley in West Virginia, a huge gust of wind blew his bike over, throwing him into a guardrail and killing him instantly. My grandfather was on another adventure to preach the Gospel, and as I learned of his death, I became distressed at how I was living my life.
I was in an R.V. outside of my Grandmothers house in Florida, on the night I gave my life back to the Lord. It was the day before my Grandfathers funeral, and I remember being so overwhelmed by my sin that I spent the whole night crying out to God asking him to forgive me. The Holy Spirit renewed me and gave me a clean, fresh new start.
Since August of 2008, I spent two years at a camp ministry in Fletcher, NC, living in community with other believers. During this time I was also involved in feeding the homeless on the streets of Asheville. I found mentors and people who were really walking with the Lord, and God set me on the fast track for His Kingdom. While living in this community of believers I was connected with another ministry called Community Discipleship Mission. Through this ministry I was able to go on my first overseas mission trip and I spent two weeks in Chennai India, preaching the Gospel to over twelve thousand kids through music and drama.
I discovered how God could use me even in my weakness! I began walking in my new identity as a child of God. I have been on a journey to cultivate an intimate relationship with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him I owe my life.
"He died for all, that those who live might no longer live for themselves but for him who for their sake died and was raised.” 2 Corinthians 5:15
"God directs the steps of the Godly, He delights in every detail of our lives." Psalm 37:23
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