My name is Taylor. I'm 21 years old.
I am from a small town surrounded by a cornfield in the middle of Indiana.
I was brought up in church and have an amazing family.
From the outside I'm a pretty typical American.
Many would say I have lived an easy, sheltered life.
To some extent they would be correct.
Without going into the sad, intricate details – they are not right.
I am broken. Beautifully.
Every day I am learning so much more about what it is that God has placed me in this crazy world for.
Every day I come another step closer to the Lord and I am so in love with who he is.
& every day is a new struggle. (: But thats why its so beautiful.
Because I don't hold him up, he holds me.
I am so thrilled to see what God is about to do IN and THROUGH me as I travel to each Country in the next year'n a half. I know that this is what I have been called to do. Callings are funny. I never thought that it'd work out this way and all of the sudden I'm writing letters to all of my friends and family asking for support. He is definitely in control.
I found out about the race through the school I went to for 3 months (Olivet Nazarene University), a few of my friends went and I followed their blogs and it started. It stirred in my heart for about a while and I pushed it aside as soon as I saw the price. My heart sunk as soon as I saw the numbers. $15,500??? How could I ever raise that much money? I stopped thinking about it and it never reentered my mind until about a year ago when I went to a new church for the first time and on the stage was a girl who was trying to raise money for a missions trip that was 11 months long..& it resurfaced. I was overwhelmed when I saw the logo run across the big screen. After Service and lunch I raced home and got on my computer and started looking at the blogs all over again. I decided to apply. I told my parents about it. I told them about the cost. DENIED. Their reaction crushed me.
So again I found myself pushing the thought away. I did pretty good at not thinking about it until a few weeks ago when my best friend told me he had applied for this 11 month long missions trip.
WHAT!?
So I spent a lot of time in prayer and finally came to peace with the fact that THIS IS MY CALLING! I decided to reopen my application and see what I still needed, I updated it and paid the application fee. and waited.
…a few boring unimportant details later and HERE I am!
