I never wanted to be a missionary. Let me explain that before you start to freak out.
I grew up in a Christian home. I went to church every Sunday. I attended a Christian school from kindergarten all the way until I graduated high school (My graduating class had 15 people in it, by the way). I went to youth group. I went on missions trips. I was very familiar with stories of and from people who gave up “normal” life to go and spread Christ’s love. I had heard how God did amazing things and how people’s lives would be completely changed because of the gospel. And yet…I knew I NEVER wanted to “be a missionary”. It just wasn’t my thing. Giving up your friends, your home, most of your belongings, and going to live in a random country that didn’t have sweet tea and hot water? No thanks.
(I realize many of you who may be reading this are thinking “But Hannah, being a missionary doesn’t just mean moving to a third world country! It also means sharing Christ with people in your everyday life!” I totally realize and understand that. However, for the purposes of this blog post I will refer to them as the description I gave above.)
I originally heard about The World Race in college; one of my sorority sisters was leaving for it after she graduated. It wasn’t until this September when another friend was leaving for it, that I actually looked into what it entails (Her name is Meghan Callahan and you should go check out her blog…after you’re done reading this). Around the time that she left for the race, she posted a link to Facebook for one of her blog posts. I clicked on it and read it, not thinking anything of it. An hour and a half later, I had read all of her posts, most of her teammates’, had taken the “Do you have what it takes?” quiz, and had read almost every description on every page of the main World Race website. I’m not exactly sure what I was reading when I felt God speaking to me, but I heard loud and clear.
“Hannah, I want you to do this. I want you to go on this trip. Trust me.”
Well folks, you can’t really argue with God. Well, you can, but it doesn’t turn out well when you do. So, after a few months of prayer and a few hard conversations, here I am! And I am SO EXCITED! I have been reaffirmed time and time again that this is the right decision.
Am I terrified? Absolutely. But that doesn’t matter. Because I am following God’s calling for me, and honestly, that’s the only thing that matters. I would love for you to be a part of this with me!
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Like I said, I never wanted to be a missionary. But thankfully, God had other plans for me.
