Back in high school when I became a Christian I never thought twice about missions. I had only ever heard reasonings for why missions are important that only pleaded to your sense of guilt. I naturally tend to go in the opposite direction a guilt trip was intended to make me go so I always thought missions were for others, not me.
Somewhere over the last few years God began to make small, consistent, and ultimately huge changes in my heart to not only be willing to go, but actually believe it’s His longterm plan for my life. Every sermon, every book I read, and every Bible study was pointing me in this direction. I rebelled. I had constant conversations reminding God what I had decided in high school youth group. Before I could even realize what was happening to try and stop it, something had clicked and I could only be excited about going somewhere desolate to serve God.
For a few years I’ve had missions on my heart, and haven’t really done anything about it. I had known that God was preparing me for something big. I told Him that I was willing to trust whatever He called me to (but also hoped it would be easy to get behind mentally). For the last year He kept telling me to be ready, that it would be soon, and that it wouldn’t be easy.
I first heard about the World Race when my friend Anna went a few years back. I knew God was telling me to be ready to go when He told me it was time. At the time I knew He was telling me to wait. Instead I looked into everything about it, secretly had an intense excitement growing in me, and waited. Recently the World Race was brought up on a car ride with my girlfriend. The same excitement came rushing in, and after some time and prayer felt God telling me it was time to go.
This January I'll be leaving for: Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Romania, Ukraine, South Africa, Swaziland, Mozambique, Thailand, Malaysia, and Cambodia.
Now here we go
