How I was called to the Mission Field
I have always had a heart for traveling and just being myself in a way that will let others see the Jesus through me. I went on a couple of short term trips to Canada were we stayed on a Native Reserve with our local contacts. We would go up there for a week every summer and camp out in there lawn. We would cook large meals and invite people over, we would just sit around the campfire and worship, load up the cars full of us and a bunch of kids and go swimming in the lake, or cliff jumping on the river. We just hungout and did life with them. There was no program or list of things to make happen we just let Jesus shine though us and let the locals come to us when they were ready. The first year they just kinda wondered what we where doing, the second year they were surprised we came back back, but the third year they held a traditional ceremony in the town center because they wanted to share some of there culture with us. It was awesome doors were opened walls were broken down and people got to meet Jesus on there own terms on there turf. I loved every minute of it. This is what I wanted to do. I got out of High School and looked into different trips with different organizations and none of them fit into how I thought it should be done. I got disheartened and kind of let the hole idea go. Did some traveling on my own, worked some great jobs in amazing places, but never totally forgot about mission work. Once and a while I would look into it again but couldn’t find a good fit. Then a friend of mine from High School went on the world race a couple years ago. I and I thought that it sounded cool but I didn’t really go after it. But a very close friend of mine decided it was for her and she went last year. I watched closely this time and we talked a lot about me going. I kept looking for a reason not to go a reason that this trip was not for me. One day I realized that this was what I had been doing, I was making excuses not to follow what the Lord had put in my heart so long ago. Thats messed up. And also I couldn’t really find a good reason not to go on World Race. So with a little prodding for my friends and family I started the the application process and the more time I spent thinking about it and working towards it I the more exited I got and the more a peace I felt with not just where I am going in life know but also where I have been. All jobs I have worked and people that I have met and everything just kind of coming together and pointing to this trip. God is good. And here I am getting ready to travel the world in His name 🙂
