When I got accepted into the World Race, I had to make some really tough decisions. I knew that my heart has been in missions, and I felt like God was calling me away from my "Jerusalem." At the same time, I had really important relationships here in the states.
I knew that right when I started thinking about this, there were two people I had to talk to right away. One being my mom and the other my boyfriend. That was definitely the hardest part of beginning this journey; knowing that I would have to leave my boyfriend for a year. It was something I wrestled with a lot because he is such an important part of my life, and he has been for almost three years.
But as I was praying, I just felt such a peace about going. I knew that if both my mom and my boyfried were supportive, that this is where I was supposed to be. I kept getting green lights and opened doors, so I kept going forward. I figured that if God didn't want me to go on the World Race, he would stop me; there would be a roadblock in my way or a red light, but none of those appeared.
I wasn't too concerned about anything else in my Jerusalem, because I knew God would provide. I've been in situations in the past where I didn't know where I was going to be the next day or how I was going to get there; I've needed to completely rely on God. I know that if he provided then, he hasn't changed, and I'm still his princess, his daughter, and he will continue to be faithful.
So, I got the green lights from my relationships, and here I am.
I'm going to Samaria. I'm excited and nervous and scared and unprepared and anxious. But I knew that I was never going to be ready for the reality of my Jerusalem until I had the experience from my Samaria. I'm ready to see life change; I'm ready to bring Jesus to those who don't know him. No, I'm not ready, but God chooses imperfect people who aren't ready and who are fearful to preach his word. I'm so thankful he's chosen me. Here I am Lord, Send me.
