How I was called to the MIssions Field- Part 2

(…..continuing) Part 2- How I was called to the
missions Field…

In the past year I volunteered for young life a
Christian youth organization. In that year four leaders (including me) took
sixteen youth for six days to Tijuana, Mexico. I first must explain how it
happened. I was reminded of my passion for missions at a fundraiser for this
trip, which I was not a part of at the time. I asked if there was any more room
for me to go with them, I was told yes they have one more spot. A day later
every leader that was suppose to go was sent an e-mail explaining they need
people to drop out, as the price is getting to high and spots are full. I
offered right away as I was the last one to sign up, I was e-mailed back with a
note saying, “No I feel like you need to go and God will provide money”. So I
gave it to God and trusted. The price was
low, then high, up and down, a friend of mine sent me half of that amount I
owed so I only had very low amount left to pay, at the end of the trip they
told me I only had $80 left to pay. I was amazed because I did not know how it
was going to happen but God took a hold of that.

So during this time we built a house for the
family of the sponsor child of one of the leaders. It was a family of seven
children. We spent three days building and throughout the week, having meals
with different families, doing kids club on the random streets, bringing food
to a place called no hope, where approximately 1000 people or more live in
houses with illegal electricity, houses made from scrap wood, cardboard and
once a year this area is bulldozed because it is an illegal swat. Hundreds of
people worked in factories for seven dollars a day just to provide for their
families. A student that came with us gave a man six dollars, the man balled
his eyes out because he just had nothing and this was an answer to hope to this
man. It boggles my brain to know six dollars provides when we so easily we
spend that on coffee. As we drove through the city garbage everywhere, people
so friendly, smiling- everyone says we have so much, yet they have something we
do not-they are rich in ways we are so poor. Their hearts say content and joy
this captured my heart. I was talking to the mother of the household one day;
she had lived in that house for approximately 14years with her extended family
literally next door (not like us but five steps away- three houses side by side
and everyone welcome), she was so full of joy and had a heart to serve, provide
and give. Here is a fact I learned, 92% of people live like what I saw that
week and out of that percent only 72% have electricity and running water. We
are, I am the 7% that has more than I thought. What am I doing about this? When
I am poor I still have lots. I remember looking in one of the fridge’s there
and seeing a bowl of watermelon and a few condiments and that was to serve the
whole family. I look in my fridge and see A LOT of food, yet still whine and
complain I do not have enough. God has provided and I need to be more aware of
that. I am fascinated with fair trade now as I have seen a 13yr old girl be
taken out of school just to work in factory- breaks my heart. We have fruits
and veggies transported to our country from there’s but what are they left
with? My heart stands, in pain and anguish to do something. That one week alone
changed me. My life as God does things and I am capture, I am changed- to
spread His love and hope, through serving. I go where he tells me and simply
work for Gods Kingdom.

This is what I wrote in my journal when I came
back from Mexico in March 2009.

“what happened in my heart:
I found my heart fort travelling
I found joy for learning of others lives
I found passion for the world
It stirred up something, a feeling, where something needed to change, How?
Where?
My heart feels like it is going to EXPLODE!!
Use me God! Let my ears be open.
My life is for you. I surrender. I cannot just go day by day anymore there is
so much more, my heart is excited, ready to GO! Let me have more faith,
risking. Let me be pleasing to you.”

This journal writing is kind of Ironic because a
month or so after I found Adventure in Missions in a web search. As I prayed
for direction God spoke to me through a T.V show. In the show the character
said as he spoke to someone about decisions,