Papa,
I love you, and I know that You know exactly what You are doing. But sometimes, I just wonder why You had to pick me. Why did You pick me to be a foreign missionary? Why did you give me this passion for other nations? I mean not many girls want to grow up to constantly have to fundraise and never really have a cent to their names. Not many women choose to live their lives forsaking a comfortable home with a career and perfect little family. I was going to medical school. I was going to become a successful doctor and then offer my services to countries in need. I had it all figured out. But You saw something else in me. You wanted more for me. So You began to knock on my heart. You opened my eyes to the suffering of others. You allowed me to see and love them as You do. And it was all over from there. You had me.
Now it doesn’t matter that I will never be financially secure. It doesn’t matter if I never live long term in the United States again. The dangers of foreign countries don’t scare me. I will always survive the loneliness and the pain of being away from the ones I love. No one can change my mind, and I don’t want them to.
I am ready and willing to live this life for You. Even when I get overwhelmed and begin to rethink this whole thing, You are always right there to remind me exactly why I picked You back. Thank you for blessing me with this life.
Your Servant,
Katie
