When I was younger my mom would read books to me and my sister about missionaries who travelled to other countries and spread the love of Jesus. I was young and could not really grasp the true courage and faith those missionaries had to sacrifice their lives, move to a country they knew nothing about, and tell those people about Jesus. Listening to those stories started a spark in my heart, and I wanted to travel the world and be just like those selfless and courageous missionaries I learned about. The idea of leaving home and traveling as far as India was a dream to me! In my heart I longed to go, and live life in the unknown with only my faith to guide me. But my negative thoughts in my head and anxiety about everything kept me from trying to pursue this dream.
as a kid people would ask me “what do you want to do when you are older?” and I would say, ” be a mom, a soldier or a missionary.” and they would ask where do you want to go if you were a missionary, and I would always say India, but I don’t know why…
February last year was such an amazing experience! I went to India for the first time! I went with some friends of my aunt who are pastors. I did not know them, the only time I met them was through FaceTime. We got to talk few times on the phone and they asked why I wanted to go to India and at the moment I knew, God called me to go. There was no question or doubts in my mind. God opened the door for me to go, and I went. It was the first time I flew by myself, meeting the pastors I never met and going India, and my anxiety was gone. I was worry free, because that was where God called me to be.
That trip was such a wonderful experience and showed me who I was made to be and thats a missionary.
While I was in India I stayed with a family in their home. They were so kind and had hearts full of the Lord. Ive never seen people worship or praise God the way they did. They praised Him with everything the had, and we sang and preached for hours.
The group of pastors and I went to different towns (idk what they are called but places like towns) and had revivals in tents. We went to group homes that housed girls and young women and gave them gifts and sewing machines. We gave them sewing machines because most of the girls there were orphans or a widow. Their parents or husbands were abusive and cruel and they are now alone and need to work and take care of themselves and their children. The sewing machines gave them a skill of their own, so they could provide for themselves and family.
God put this fire in my heart and I can not wait to see what adventures He has planned for me.
