Last summer I had an amazing opportunity to be an intern at Forget-Me-Not Ministries (http://www.fmnministries.org) in Tinca, Romania. While I was there I worked with at-risk Roma (Gypsy) children. I had been twice before because of school trips, but this time was different. It was the longest and the furthest I had ever been from home. I had fallen in love with the Roma people and had an expectation that summer that God would reveal to me if I was meant to go back to Romania for full-time ministry.
While I was sad to leave Romania at the end of last summer, I was also excited to be back home. As much as I love Romania and the FMN team, I had an unsettling feeling that I was not supposed to be there for full-time ministry. Not yet at least. I was glad that I knew what I was not supposed to do, but then I got the scary realization that I didn't know what I was supposed to do.
After half a year of struggling with it and fighting with God about it, I finally applied to the World Race. Now I have a crazy year planned ahead and a whole new family who I love already and haven't even met yet. I am anxious to see lives changed this year and to see God move on a whole new level. I am even more anxious to see how God is going to change me and put me in situations that I would have never put myself in.
I think back to last summer often. What if I had ignored God's call for me to go to Romania last summer? What if I never applied for the World Race? What if I was moving to Romania in September instead of a different country every month living out of a backpack? It's kind of uncomfortable to think about, but through all of it I feel comforted in the fact that God knows what He's doing. Proverbs 3:5.
