How I Was Called to the Mission Field

…I have known for quite some time that God had a special
calling on my life and that would possibly involve full-time ministry/missions.
These feelings were confirmed by a dear family friend that prophesied over me
when I was 14, and I’ve never been able to forget the things God spoke over my
life. I went on to spend my middle school years being home schooled and
traveling with my family back and forth to Peru. I will never forget the first
time I set foot in Belen, a tiny village in the slums of Iquitos, right on the
Amazon River. I can’t even describe the feelings that arise from the things that I
saw and the people I met. I had no idea the bondage that the rest of the world
was living in. Praying over the sick in
the leper colonies in India, loving on precious orphans, holding dying babies in Peru, changing the diapers for the
elderly who no longer could in Jamaica…these experiences broke me. How could I go back to life, as if I didn’t know what was going on? I can’t go
back to the way it was. I won’t go back. I humble myself to the will of God Almighty. I beg of
Him every day to use me, to break my heart for what breaks His…to give me a
deep sensitivity. The things that I have seen and felt will forever be etched
into my memory as a constant reminder of our calling and purpose in life as
Christians, for His Kingdom. These years in my life changed me and broke me…  I couldn’t simply forget that the majority of the world didn’t know what
it was like to live in freedom, to have hope, to have a purpose, to have
everlasting life, and  to experience unconditional love…

 

…with that being said, after college I decided that my call
would be to work and become financially successful so I could support specific
ministries and help fund these CrAzY missionaries
that choose to spend their lives in these slums (which by the way, I totally
believe God has called many to do this! Where would we be without our supporters?)
I would just go and visit for a few weeks here and there and then come back to
my more than comfortable lifestyle. Well…I began to pray to God that His will
be my will and it did not take long for Him to tell me where He wanted me, I
couldn’t shake this whole world race thing from my mind, it just took me a few
years to get here! I suppose I was trying to convince Him otherwise, or maybe I
was just trying to convince myself, but I’m here now and I can’t wait to learn
more about myself and my Savior. I long for more of him and less of me. I want
to see light brought into darkness, sickness healed, addictions broken, lives
restored, brokenness, forgiveness, hope, joy, peace, and love. I want to see
God in new ways, a God with no limits. I want to completely surrender control.  I am stepping out in faith and I cannot wait
to see what God is going to do in my life, my teammates, and the precious souls
He puts in our path…