Not many people tell you when you feel the call and you go on a mission trip, that you leave a little bit of your heart in the places and spaces that you traveled.
They never said going meant you would always be gone.
I feel like I have left parts of my heart in the streets of Atlanta, in Amsterdam, and in Nicaragua.
While I have also left parts in various other places, the call to go and love 'the least of these' has left my heart wandering and yearning ever since my feet stepped on foreign soil.
It's something I can't contain,
It's something I can't control.
It's something that is strictly in Gods hands.
It's something He has orchestrated in my soul.
It's something I have to do,
because He's called my name.
So, I sit here tonight with the windows open and the candles lit,
literally oozing with thankfulness that God chose me for this.
It makes me thankful for everything it took to get me here,
all the trials,
all the tears,
all the sin,
all the lessons,
all the laughs,
the hard and the happy-
it's all brought me here.
To this place.
This time.
I literally feel like a little kid when I talk about the race and all the countries, people, children, and cultures I am going to come in contact with.
This is my dream.
My heart,
My passion.
Then I realize that people literally wait lifetimes to get the chance to live out their dreams,
and here mine is,
literally- right. in. front. of me.
How radical is that?!
At 22, almost 23 years old,
God has blessed me with the chance to live my dream for His glory.
It literally takes my breath away at how good He is.
How sovereign.
How faithful.
Man, it just leaves me in awe.
So, how about you join me on this journey?
Come with me through this blog,
through my pictures,
my preparation,
my thoughts,
my prayers.
11 Months. 11 Countries.
South Africa
Swaziland
Mozambique
India
Nepal
Malaysia
Vietnam
Cambodia
Ireland
Ukraine
Romania
Is this real life?
