Senior year of college I did the do, I said it…tears flowing, nose snotting, makeup everywhere "yes, I will go"! Those four words said from a willing and obedient heart, and a made up mind changed my life! It was the first time I hadn't come kicking and screaming, or complaining…I just came to the Lord not knowing where "yes I will go" would lead just knowing that I was finally ready to find out. So the journey began and I went…to the young women on my campus, to the pregnancy crisis center, to the homeless man on the street, to the prisons, to schools, to the teenage girls attempting and contemplating suicide, to the park where high school kids hung out during lunch, to the broken woman in the walmart parking lot, to the depressed woman in the line of Sam's club, to the woman who could not afford her groceries, to the neighbors, to the nursing home, to the sweet old lady in the hospital, to the discouraged makeup artist, to the grieving, to the dying, to the drug dealers, to the prostitue, to the girls home, to the village slums of Belize, and the children of Cayman Islands, from my local residence to the nations I go. Daily I am becoming a missionary redefined, and daily I am choosing to say yes I will go. Why? Because I have discovered that there is a common denominator everywhere…people who need Jesus and the love of the Father, people who need to know that they matter and indeed He does know their name!
