For those who don’t know me – and for those that do this will not be surprising – my M.O. is to wait until the last possible moment to either figure out what I want to do next or go through with an idea I just thought up. Typically it works out, like my last two tattoos, but other times not so much. This particular decision, in fact, was not quite like the rest: it’s been a long time coming, I just had to work up the courage to do it.
Back in November I applied to several art schools and nearly finished my application to World Race. But something stopped me. I couldn’t submit it. I assumed this was just God telling me that World Race wasn’t for me, that I should wait and go to school first. So, I pushed it out of my mind though it was still on my heart for multiple months to follow. I visited these amazing schools in great cities but no part of me felt any zeal for not only school, but my future in general. I began trying to figure out why these schools didn’t feel right on my own but long story short, I couldn’t do it alone.
I needed God (surprise, surprise).
The minute I included God into this decision it was clear: I long to be the hands of God’s mission on earth. The pain of those overlooked by society weighs down on my heart in a way nothing else ever has. So, I have decided to serve with World Race to bring God’s freeing love. I will be serving in India, Nepal, Zambia, Zimbabwe, Malawi, and Ecuador for 9 months alongside teammates and of course, God.
