For quite some time now, I’ve been trying to come up with the perfect response for the questions regarding me becoming a missionary. But the straightforward answer is: I was called. Not on the telephone. Not by email. Or text message. But by God.
In my life, I’ve always known I could turn to God and call on Him in times of need. But I never thought about the reverse happening. Now, in fact, He has, and I couldn’t be happier.
Yes, it may sound cheesy or unbelievable, but these things don’t just happen. When I heard about the race from a dear friend, I just knew that He was calling me to take part in this amazing opportunity He set in front of me. Not only so I could further grow as a person and learn who I truly am, but so I can spread the love of God and His people to every corner of the Earth.
Like Peter says in Ghostbusters, “I think what I am saying, is that sometimes, shit happens, someone has to deal with it, and who ya gonna call?” We are calling on others to help us and they are calling on us. The time is now, the opportunity has risen and I’m answering it. Fortunately, we are not dealing with supernatural ghosts and slime, but rather people who have lost their way.
No, I don’t think I can save the world by my one trip. But what I do know is that God has a plan and He has graciously called me to be a part of it. By visiting all of these countries and embarking on this journey, I know that I will be able to contribute all of the amazing blessings I have received throughout my lifetime. Little by little, we can impact the people we meet and share the love and blessings we have received. Together, we can become one.
