We were asked to write a blog about how we were called to this mission trip.
Here is my story…..
Here is my story…..
I moved to the Metro-Atlanta area last July. That was my third time moving in two years. I had purchased a house in the last city I lived in, which was Brunswick, Georgia because I believed that I was going to stay there. Well, I didn’t end up staying and I had a house that needed selling. I had some really amazing friends that took me into their home while I waited for my house to sell. It took nearly a YEAR for that to happen. I was VERY excited when it finally sold because I could go out and find my own place to live! In April, I found a realtor and began looking for houses. I really wanted to put down roots here. However, once I started looking for houses, I started to get a weird feeling that I couldn’t quite identify. The longer I looked, the more I realized that I just did not have a peace about buying a house or getting into my own place and I had no idea why.
My sister’s best friend got married in the middle of May and I flew down to West Palm Beach so I could go to the wedding. At the wedding, I got to see a lot of people that I went to church with when I was growing up. Many of these people I hadn’t seen more than once or twice in the past 5 years. I was doing the whole social butterfly thing and having fun talking and hanging out with some awesome people. I started talking with a girl that was my little sister’s age. Her mother had told me that she had just returned from a mission trip, and I was curious. She had actually just returned from The World Race. She was telling me a little bit about it and I was just in awe of how someone could just pack up and leave the country for 11 months like that. I’m sure she was just making conversation, but she said, “You should go”. And I promptly told her that she was crazy and that I could never just up and leave like that.
Evidently God had different plans. He used that encounter to put the desire in my heart to go on this trip. It began as just a little tug. I found the website and started reading blogs and looking up information. I was hooked. That little tug soon became stronger and stronger. The desire to go on this trip became so strong that it almost burned inside my heart. I thought I was crazy. I couldn’t get the trip off my mind and I began to realize that God wanted me to go. I prayed and prayed about it. I read my Bible. I prayed some more. Eventually I decided to trust God and obey. I applied and, well, here I am :).
God keeps confirming over and over to me that he wants me to go on this trip. I seem to find all the passages in the Bible that talk about leaving everything behind to follow Jesus. Almost every other message that I hear has something to do with obeying God or has some reference to abandoning everything to follow Jesus.
I’m not sure why God wants me to go on this trip, but I am totally obeying and following the call. At first, I was totally scared and now I am more excited every day. I can’t wait to see all that God is going to do in and through me during this journey!!
