How I was called to the Mission Field

To be honest, I’m not that great at blogging, so please bare with me…

My Mom and my Grandma Bea, her mother in law, never really get along, they always seem to push each others’ buttons. I think part of the reason is because my Mom is an incredibly strong woman of God and my Grandma Bea is just…Grandma Bea. One day my Grandma and my Mom were talking about me [ pre-America]. My Mom said to her, just to push my Grandma’s buttons, “God’s going to bless us with a Missionary Child”. My Mom tells me to this day that God has a great sense of humor because He did just that.

 

I can’t say that I have been on a tremendous amount of mission trips, I’ve only been on 5: Mexico mostly, Los Angeles and the Dominican Republic.For the longest time I have always felt that in order to serve God and spread Christ’s love, I personally have to go international. I don’t know how that mentality got pushed into my brain, maybe God placed it there for a reason, I don’t know.  I am struggling with trying to get that mentality out of my head, serving in the work place, at the local soup kitchens, in my church and local community is just as important as building a house in Mexico. However for me, I always have to be doing the best when it comes to my relationship with the Lord. I feel like, if I’m not doing something outrageous, then He’ll be disappointed in me. I’m starting to come to the realization that while going on extravagant trips may seem extreme or the best, it can be even more extreme walking out the front door. As Christ Followers we are constantly on the mission field. The minute
we walk out our front door is the minute we step into ministry.
Unfortunately I can’t say that’s the mentality I have every morning and maybe for me that would be my outrageous mission trip.

 

I’m still struggling with whether God wants me internationally or if He feels I should remain local/domestic. Please don’t think that that is the sole purpose of why I go on mission trips, so that I won’t disappoint God. I truly do want to spread His Word and show Christ’s love through my actions, however it has just been something that I have always struggled with, especially while applying for this trip. After having been accepted on the World Race, I have started understanding a bit more about my Mission Field. I truly feel I was accepted on the World Race because God wants me to go on this experience. I think perhaps God has put my love for travel, my love for missions, and my love for Him into one great place. In fact before I had heard about the World Race I thought, “how cool would it be to travel and minister at the same time? You should start your own business”. Then I heard about the World Race and I knew I had to apply.  Being accepted was kind of an answer to my prayer as to where I should be serving.  As for now and where I currently am at in my relationship with Him, I know that this is where I am supposed to be.

 

I don’t think I’ve fully asnwered the question: How I was called to the mission field. My heart has always been to spread Christ’s love, I don’t think there was that defining moment of “I’m supposed to be here!” It was just something God placed in my heart at an early age.

 

I hope this made sense! i tend to ramble!