2005. She smiled at me and put the necklace on my neck and kissed me on the cheek. We hugged for the longest time. Love. I didn’t even know her but my heart melted. I was in Nueva Union a small village along the Amazon River. I realized God had called me to something bigger. 2006. I was breathing in the cool nights breeze, I look around. This is it. This is what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m on a beautiful beach on the Jersey shores surrounded by a couple of high school girls. We are crying, singing and loving on each other. I was a camp counselor that summer. It was then I realized my ministry was showing women their identity in Christ. 2008. I wipe the sweat off my brow and look around. We are all lauging and covered in dirt and cement. We huddle to pray. It didn’t even matter that we prayed in Spanish and English and some didn’t understand. It only mattered that God was there and we were a family of believers. So how was I called to the mission field, I followed God’s calling. God used the past three years to call me to the mission field on a more longterm level, particularly three significant events: the Amazon, camp counselor in New Jersey, and helping translate on a short Mexico Missions trip. God grabbed my heart and His word showed me what to do. My dad always said, when it comes to making decisions you should read the Bible, pray and get godly council. I did so and God made it clear that the World Race is what I’m supposed to be doing. Missions and ministry have always been a part of my life. I love adventure and I think it is wonderful that God used and is using what I’m good at and what I love to serve Him. The World Race is such a blessing and I’m thankful that God is using me to make His kingdom known. God is my source and foundation and Ministry is my life. The heart of Jesus was loving people. In his last words on earth, He called them to go and make disciples. So when I obeyed and said “Send me, I’ll go”, God sent me.
