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

 
 
   I had waited four years. They had been years of refining, sacrifice, and God weeding out a heart full of self-reliance and control. I had tried every possible door to lead me to the call He had emblazoned on my heart when I met Christ.  He graciously shut every one. It wasn’t until December 2008 that I had finally thrown my hands up in surrender and stopped walking around the mountain.
   
  February 9th 2009 In journaling to Him, He spoke:

                           You will go on a mission trip this summer/fall.  It will be a longer trip. 
                           You will sell all of your belongings and bring only what you can carry on your back. 
                           You will train for three months before you leave.
 
   After that He told me I was not allowed to look into anything, knowing full well my history and flesh.
So I waited in obedience. A week later on a mission trip to Haiti, a woman began stressing this trip that she felt I should go on: The World Race. I told her, “Thank you, but I can’t look into anything right now – I told the Lord I would wait on Him.” Oh, the humor, and believe me – it gets better.

            I am not even home a week and a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time begins to tell me about this trip I should look into, maybe you have heard of it? The World Race. I graciously declined the idea, “That sounds great, but I promised God I wouldn’t look into anything – I’m supposed to wait on Him.”

            I put the entire idea on a shelf for a month and a half until it began stirring inside me so strong I could not ignore it. I prayed and felt the peace to begin looking into the program. My heart leapt the moment I did. Still, I wanted one last confirmation, and on this I was set.

            It was may, my birthday to be more specific, and I wanted to worship God! I went with my closest friends to an all night worship service.  It was a quarter to midnight and they did a call for prayer needs of any kind. I felt the need to go up – not even knowing what I needed prayer for.

            I began praying in the spirit and lifting my hands. A woman grabbed my hand and began to pray with me. And then God spoke through this obedient vessel, “Lord, should she stay or should she go? You said not by one witness, not by two witnesses, but by three! Give her – her third witness!” Instantly I burst into laughter.

                        What an awe-some God! And that was just the invitation to the trip!