We were asked to write a blog about how we were called to this mission trip. Here is my story…
I've been accused of running away. I've been told that I'm just looking for a new life & a way out of the one I am currently living. When I hear this, I just want to laugh. The truth is I've been running from missions for a while now & I finally feel like I'm running in the right direction.
You see my story starts three years ago. My church was gearing up for the various short term trips that they sponsored for the year. I knew that I was supposed to go on one, but I couldn't really convince myself to take that first step. Like usual, though, God won that argument & I ended up spending a week in Belize with JoinGod.org. That week was amazing! I got to do so much- help with the medical team, play sports with kids, hold VBS days, talk to pastors, and just love a little piece of the world. I was a little afraid at the end because something had touched my heart & I knew that this was the type of life I was supposed to live.
But, I went home, and went right back to living my life. I convinced myself that my mission work was on the job & in the youth group. That feeling in my heart never left though.
So, my friend Renee talked to me about the Perspectives class. We signed up for it & it was overwhelming to learn about all the ways God was working in the world. Everyone in the class was so pumped up for missions! It was infectious- and scary! It seemed like everyone else had a country that they loved or a group of people they wanted to help or they knew what their skills were (mobilizer, supporters, etc).
Well, I didn't have a clear answer, so I decided that meant I was wrong. Evidently missions weren't my thing. Again, that feeling in my heart never left though.
That brings us to now. I've been looking for a new job- management, non-profit, executive level. That's the life I've built for myself & the life I was leading. Astoundingly the World Race came up in a routine job search. The World Race is many things, but not at all what I was looking for. But once I saw it, I couldn't stop thinking about it. That feeling in my heart was tugged even harder.
Finally (2 months later), I applied, was accepted, and am committed to this Race. I know that I am finally running in the right direction. My heart is finally at peace. I know this is my God's will for me and I am so glad to be out of excuses.
