All my life I have been preparing for college. Since as far back as I can remember I have been looking forward to going far away from home, picking cute bed sheets for my dorm, and making those life long friends in college. As soon as I was a freshman I was consumed at the thought of college. I pushed myself to take a combination of AP classes and honors classes so I would look more appealing to colleges, as well as participating in every extra circular activity you can think of at my small high school at the time. I love being busy so I enjoyed making it to every sporting event, yet when it came to actually doing homework and working ahead I was falling short. I got into the way of not giving my all on everything I put my name on and being accepting of C’s instead of A’s.
As this tradition continued and I started my junior year of high school, I finally looked at my transcript and realized what I had done to my self and my GPA. Then the stress hit, junior year I tried my hardest and made better grades. As the ACT rolled around I thought I had that test figured out but the highest I could make from three tries was a 23. I was upset with this and my lacking GPA. As I was down in the dumps, my mom assures me that I did the best that I could of and I can still get into the colleges that I want. With much help from her (thanks mom), we applied to five schools and got accepted to all.
Yet, as I toured and visited friends around the country I never felt the “oh yeah this is the one for me” feeling. Then, on the way home from my college visit at Ole Miss, my mom and I talked about the idea of taking a gap year. Guys, I now know the feeling everyone was talking about!! I said a prayer to God just pleading saying if this is right show me more, let me see what your plans for me are. Then as I get home and start exploring all the possibilities, I realized that there was so much that I could do, how in the world could I possibly figure it out?? Then, in passing, a friend of mine was talking with me and said have you looked into the world race?
The world race? What is that?? The next morning I played in bed and watched all the videos and read the whole website. As soon as the first one ended I knew this is what I was called to do! I wanted missions and I wanted to see the whole world. That day I started my application and picked a route that I haven’t been to any of the countries so far. I prayed and said, Lord if this is what I am to do, I’ll be accepted and if not I’ll keep looking to what you want from me.
That next week I was accepted and here I am!!! I could not be more excited about this journey ahead of me. I’m so excited to see the world in the way that people live it. Leaving home for nine months and not coming home is going to be such a challenge but I know that I will be serving the Lord and this is where he wants me. I ask for your prayer support for peace to rest my heart in knowing this is the right choice and trust in the Lord that this is what I am called to do.
“Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself” Matthew 6:34
For those of who don’t know what the world race is….
The world race is a nine month missions trip to Romania, Ukraine, Chile, Peru, and India! I will be living out of a backpack for nine months with all the other people who are on my team. We will be staying with other missionaries around the world for about two months at a time. We will be serving the community and loving on people like Jesus did. It’s gonna be awesome.
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