Hello all who have wondered to this page. I first heard of The Wold Race through a Facebook Ad in September. Not thinking much of it, I still went exploring on the ad to see what it was about. I swear our phones listen to us because the day before I went scrolling on Facebook, I had been talking about mission trips and how I wish I could be apart of one. Be careful what you pray for though because it came true and my heart wasn’t ready at the time. Throughout September, October, and November I didn’t share one word about The World Race. I kept it in thinking I had much bigger things to worry about then a month long mission. But God didn’t keep it from me, he kept pushing me to explore more about this opportunity.
One Sunday at church, the sermon was all about stop praying for things to happen and make it happen. I sat in my seat thinking he was just talking to me. I almost had a guilty conscious all day because I didn’t share anything to Brad or anyone how the message affected me. I lied and said I should stop praying for the right college and just go to one, even though I already had my mind made up about that. I knew I was making an excuse every time I said I would ‘pray about it’. Which I was but at the same time I knew I wasn’t going to forward with it.
Until the end of November when my life was changed. My beautiful momma went to be with the Lord. Typing those words, saying those words have yet to become true in my heart. Through the month of December I felt like I was being pulled by strings and had to act and feel as those around me. My days were long, my nights even longer. But the day I spoke at my mommas service I realized she would want me to find joy. Not happiness, but joy. I know with all my heart my momma is singing, doing her happy dance and has the most gorgeous garden. She leaves me pennies everyday, heads up, in some place random. And I know she loves me still.
Through the last weeks of December God showed me himself and gave me peace. I allowed myself to feel happiness and not anger. And finally I heard what he has been telling me for months. Which is to fully give my plans to him. In that second I told my dad and other family members my feet will land in Peru in July 2019, and the process began.
A lot of questions, anxiety, and excitement have been running through my mind. Financially, spiritually, physically. Am I ready? But again, God has given me peace that all is well.
I ask for your help to get me to Peru. I will be traveling there the first of July and returning 4 weeks later. Most of my trip involves helping the community and pouring my love into kids. Donations and prayers are needed to help me take on my first out of country mission. Thank you!
