By the time I left my job in search of God's next step for my life, opportunities to build a house in Guatemala with the Casas Por Cristo organization had already come up twice. However, I didn't have a clue what my summer would look like at the time so I turned down both.
A week or so later, my old youth minister asked if I wanted to go with him and his group. My initial response was yes. It seemed evident to me that God wanted me to go. I mean c'mon, I got asked 3 times to the same foreign country that I have never stepped foot in before. Has to be God right? But…
I still had doubt in the back of my mind in how God would work everything out.
All in all,
I committed to going. Didn't take but a week or two to raise the majority of my funds after sending my letter thanks to the loving people at EBCC. I knew I would be able to wake up every morning on my trip and know that somebody was praying for our safety and our impact on the community in which we were serving.
I have built 3 Casas' houses in Mexico so this wasn't exactly my first rodeo. I knew what to expect…at least I thought I did. Honestly, some of the experience didn't even resonate with me until I returned home. But, this is the beginning of that particular story.
To be continued…
