To be honest, I don’t really remember how it all started I just needed a title. All I remember is when I found out what a missionary was, I knew that I was supposed to be one. I’ve tried researching all different careers and nothing seemed to fit me. Why would I want to spend thousands of dollars, time, and energy on a career I’m was only “kinda” interested in?
I’m in college classes now and I’ve almost finished all of my general classes and I still couldn’t find anything that felt right. The one thing I did know that I absolutely loved and wanted to do every single day was missions. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my family and friends very very much and as much as I say I hate America I don’t really mean it. I’m not running away, I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to do. For the past three years I’ve been praying that God would show me what I should do right after high school. I had tons of different paths I could have taken. But then one day I was very overwhelmed and so I started discussing my options to my mom and my younger sister and when I started talking about the race, a confirmation hit me and it was followed by a flood of emotion. It was like God had punched me in the chest and said “GO!” and when I finally said out loud, “I think I’m supposed to go on the world race next year,” I started balling and it was like all of the pressure and weight of my future was lifted from my shoulders and I felt free. This is exactly what I’m supposed to do and I can’t believe it’s finally happening. I’ve wanted this for so long and I can’t wait!!!!
