A lot of people have asked me why the race, instead of college or working like my most of my peers. Going into senior year it felt like we were supposed to have everything all planned out, but thinking about applying for college only ever left me uneasy. I continued to push it off, April came around and I was still without a plan. Then one day my grandmother shared a link with me that changed any possible plans I could have had. I don’t know if she intended for me to actually apply or not, but the more I read about the race the more I felt called to be apart of it. The mission field has always had a special spot in my heart, having been on several trips through my church and volunteering every chance I got, this trip was right up my alley. Still uneasy of the idea of leaving everyone I love and all the comforts of home for 9 months, I spent the next week praying just asking God to make it clear. And that is exactly what He did. Every time I opened my bible that week, or read anything I could hear Him basically screaming “GO”. Hitting the summit button on my application was the first time I felt complete peace about what I was doing after high school. A few Sundays after applying and being accepted my new senior pastor was preaching out of Philippians 2 and his last few points are my reason why.
1. The calling of God carries more weight than my comfort.
2. The mission of God motivates more than my mood.
3. The Name of God is lifted above my name.
4. The love of God reaches the nations.
