We were asked to write a blog about how we were called to this mission trip. Here is my story…

On November 3, 2008, I received news that my only brother passed away early that morning. I vividly remember reliving all of our childhood memories on my drive back to my parent’s place. As I was about to turn the corner to arrive at home, I stopped and realized that my nightmare was soon to become reality. As soon as I made this turn, my life would be forever changed.

I am often asked if the loss of my brother has made me grow to loathe the Lord. My answer is “No”! Although I struggle with the path that was set before my brother, I am reminded of the preciousness of life. I am reminded of just how little time we have here on earth. “…You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes” – James 4:14. However, it is that mist of time that determines the destination of a life spent in eternity.

After I graduated from college, I was blessed with an incredible opportunity to work at one of the Big 4 accounting firms. However, after two years with the firm, I began to question if I was truly pursuing my vocation. As I reflected upon my time with the firm, I realized that my priorities had slowly and unintentionally changed. I had begun to pursue impious goals rather than pursue a life of passion. My brother once purchased a mug for my mom that read, “Life is not measured by the number of breathes we take but by the number of moments that take our breath away”. So, I wish to begin living a life of passion and I wish to make memories that will take our breath away as I share the message of the Gospel.
 
My Brother and Me

As I take this leap of faith, I am encouraged by the lyrics of Matthew West’s song, “The Motions”.

“I don’t want to go through the motions. I don’t want to go one more day without Your all consuming passion inside of me. I don’t want to spend my whole life asking, “What if I had given everything, instead of going through the motions?””