I really hate these things but I'll try to make myself sound interesting.
When I was little and someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up I'm pretty sure I never answered I want to be a missionary. Ok maybe I said that once after I heard a missionary speak to my VBS class but I never really considered being a full time missionary. I also just spent 4 (and a half) years in college learning about stuff that was supposed to land me a job after graduation but God, or maybe the economy, seems to have other plans for me.
This September I will be embarking on a crazy journey called the World Race. For years I have prayed that my life would be "set apart" and it would seem that God takes those kinds of prayers seriously. I am already having my world rocked by this trip and I haven't even left American soil yet. I cannot wait to see what skills, passions, and gifts God will show me through this next year.
I do not view this trip as a "missions trip" or a "prolonged adolesence" but as the next step of my obedience. I pray that my life would be a blessing to those I encounter on this trip, my squad members, and to you because this is not about me. I can honestly tell you right now that I am completely unqualified for this trip, seriously. I squeal when birds fly to close to my head or I see a snake but He has given me the green light for this mission and who am I to say no? As scared as I am about snakes, spiders, and sickness I much more afraid of wasting my life so here I go.
The lion has roared–so who isn't frightened? the Sovereign LORD has spoken–so who can refuse to proclaim his message? Amos 3:8
Favorites: Coconut lattes, MAC mascara, theology, Eisley, warm clear nights, Harry Potter, Betta fish, my blankie, scarves, bright lipstick, Chicago, and my macbook.
Not my favorites: Sharks, snakes, humidity, girlie-themed-bible-studies-with-flowers-and-hearts, Atlanta traffic, and scary movies