A couple of years ago, God gave me a passion for reaching my generation with the gospel. I dream and hope and pray for a revival, although I have yet to witness one. I have yet to see someone’s life changed by the God I love and the savior I need. I want so bad to impact others for Christ though. I want to see their lives changed and their hearts healed and made new. But the fact is, I’m afraid. Sharing the gospel is so much harder than I thought it would be and so much is there to hold me back. By sharing what I believe, I’m also sharing who I am, the parts not many get to see, and it’s not easy to see Jesus rejected by my friends. All throughout my high school years, I longed for a movement, for a stirring of the spirit to sweep through my school. It didn’t happen in my time there, but God was still working, I just didn’t have the joy of seeing the seeds I planted grow into something fruitful.
You see, I’ve always wanted more. I want more Jesus. I want more purpose in my life. I want more impact on others. I just want more than an average life. After all, life is about more than just living then dying. This is what led me to The World Race. Rather, God is who called on this trip. It couldn’t have been more perfectly timed or planned. When I read the description of the gap year, I cried. It was what I needed and God knew that. This world is broken, I know that, but I’ve never let it’s brokenness grab at my heart, never let compassion take hold of me. I want to see the world and the people who live in it through God’s eyes and with God’s love. I want to experience God in a new and raw way, like never before. I know my heart needs some changes and I’m ready for God to start chiseling away, even though it’s going to hurt. I may leave the country in October, but this journey doesn’t start in October, it starts now. And I know I’m going to have to trust God more than ever.
~spirit lead me where my trust is without borders~
