How I was called to the mission field…
I’m going to reiterate once again how super excited I was when I got accepted to The World Race, winning a million bucks could not have beat the joy I felt, so excited that I felt I could even bust out a cartwheel! But I did not dare try…last time I did that, I ended up spraining my ankle- the same ankle I had sprained previously attempting the same feat, womp womp lol.
Buuut I did keep it classy, doing a combination of the running man, cha cha slide and MC Hammer’s “Hammer time” …sigh, if only I had the pants to match the moves 
Why such an outburst of joyous celebration? Because God was calling me to get my butt up and do something! Not just talk about it, complain about it, be sad about it, but to do something about it. Do something about the countless number of children being sold like meat, the women being taken for granted and made to feel worthless, the rejected, the despised, the sick, poor and needy…God is saying “Beloved, this is why I created you, be My love letter to my hurting children.”
The abuse of women and children, this is what God has broken my heart for. A piece for the little ones digging through trash for food, another piece for the woman who is selling her body in order to provide for her children, for the fatherless, the widows and for those whose innocence have been stolen. I lift up my eyes onto the hills, our help comes from the one and living God.
Prayer
Abba, if you would use me to make a difference in at least one person’s life that would be more than enough for me. I can’t do anything but Jesus You are more than able. Let them see You all the way that they may know that You are real and that they also are precious and honored in Your sight, dearly loved. Have Your way, In Jesus Name.
