The second I read this quote, my heart began to beat quickly. I had finally found the words that described my passion. Never had any words carried with them so much of the unknown for me. Yet at the same time, everything seemed to finally make sense. And I knew there was no way I would be able to put this fire out.
A little back-story. When I was in seventh grade, I told my dad I wanted to be a missionary. I hardly even knew what that meant as a thirteen year old. Then in high school, Isaiah 6:8 was heavy on my heart. "Then I heard the voice of the LORD saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for me?' And I said, 'Here I am. Send me.'" Almost four years later, that is still my cry. So what am I doing?
I'm going. I'm going to meet these people my heart loves, but doesn't yet know. I'm going in the name of the LORD. I'm finally allowing Him to send me.
11 countries in 11 months.
In September, I will embark on a journey to meet God's people all around the world. My heart longs for this so deeply. I want to know these people because I already love them.
China. Thailand. Cambodia. Philippines. Kenya. Uganda. Rwanda. India. Nepal. Ukraine. Romania.
And I'm freakin' scared. Yet the peace I have is so overwhelming, coming straight from the goodness of God and His promise that he has a plan. So, here I am. Send me.
