Hello Everyone!! My name is Kayla, and I am just going to start out and say I am not much of blogger. Writing has not been my strong point growing up but maybe it’s time for a change 
After my first mission trip to Haiti, I wanted to go back out there and serve again. My soul felt so at peace during that trip. It was like I was exactly where I belonged at that moment. So when I came back to the states, I googled mission trips and came across the World Race. I wanted to pack up my bags right then and there and go. But I wasn’t ready yet. The next school year I studied abroad in Italy and started solo traveling to anywhere I could find the cheapest ticket too. I backpacked bits of Europe and spent a month in Thailand and Cambodia. At that time, I sort of told myself I can do this traveling thing by myself and I don’t need to go on the World Race to see the world. It was easier and cheaper by myself. But I got so caught up in what I thought I could do I forgot to think what does God want me to do.
It wasn’t until I happened to be traveling to Kentucky to visit my grandma where God was like “No, this is what I called you to do. Don’t run away from it.” That day was the when Delta had a meltdown and delayed all flights. (I was leaving from Atlanta). My flight was still “ON TIME” before I left for the airport. Once I arrived and was looking up my gate number, that beautiful(lucky) “ON TIME” turned into a 2-3 hour “DELAY”. I was so mad!
Like what in the world was I going to do in the Airport for 2-3 hours. So, I followed the amazing music from a cello player in a lobby and immediately was stopped by the sight before me. A bunch of backpackers. I was so confused because it’s not common to see them in America and it turned out to be the World Racers launch of August 2016. I looked up and said “oh what are the chances”
I built up the courage to go and talk to one of the girls standing up. During our conversation, she brought up some people from her team and I told them how I just decided not to do the world race but now this must be a sign. Instantly after I told them my dilemma they all prayed for me. I was so amazed at how kind and thoughtful they were. Also, one of her teammates went to my university and I met him the previous week with one of my good friends. We all ate at Ihop after and each member shared their story of when they decided to join the World Race. Each story was so relatable and brought me closer to making this decision.
It was the biggest sign from God telling me where I need to face in this journey of life. The idea of group travel terrifies me but honestly this is probably what I need to grow. Now I am accepted and fully dedicated to a dream that once faded. Now it is brighter, and stronger than ever.
This is just the beginning of my journey.
Thank you God for always being there, guiding me through life and protecting me.
