“How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the THE ONE of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them? And how can they preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.”
Romans 10:14-15
I have a broken heart…. By God’s grace He has made it whole, but it has been broken again and again and left with beautiful souls from around the world since I was 11. That was when God first planted a seed with in my heart for the mission field. As the years have gone by, that seed has flourished. From the ages of 11-17 I went on a mission trip with my Dad every year. On that last trip we went to Peru and stayed in a little small Quechuan village in the Andes Mountains.
In This village I met people who had never seen white people, they had never seen a doctor. I met people here who had never heard the name Jesus. It was in these mountains that God impressed upon my heart to go to nursing school and move back to that particular village and build a hut as my home. I wanted to go back and set up a clinic where I could help them and continue teaching them how to walk the walk that Jesus walked.
I had my life planned out at this point. I was going to go to nursing school in Ohio (just real quick) and then move quickly to Peru. Once I graduated high school thinking I had my life all planned out, God showed me differently. My freshman year at a school in Tennessee (Notice absence of school in Ohio) I googled the word “mission trip” and ended up in Mexico as an FYM with Adventures In Missions. I was there for four months and for the first time I got a glimpse of what a life as a missionary would be like. I loved it! I felt a passion within my heart come alive. I was doing exactly what I was created to be doingJ
I came back from Mexico and graduated from nursing school. I have been working at a hospital where I have realized something. I have been called to a life of missions that is for sure. But that life might not always be in a foreign country, sometimes it will be, other times it will not be. The precious people who come in to the hospital as my patients every day need Jesus just as much as the people of Peru or Mexico. As their nurse I am able to minister to them in a way I never thought I could.
I am content as a nurse. And, although what I am about to say may sound like I am contradicting myself, that is one of the reasons why I am going on this trip. I am going on this trip as a love adventurer of Jesus. My desire for this trip is to walk so closely behind the steps of my Master, that I am covered by the dust of His feet.
