I don't have any wonderful fairy tale story of how I got here. Sometimes when I repeat it, I feel like I sound boring. There was no awe inspiring moment when I heard God's voice say "Tiffany, you are going to be a missionary!"
The first time God placed the thought in my head was right after my fiancee and I broke up (oh, that's a whole other story!) I had come back to my faith in Christ and I had this urge in me to go across the world to live with a girl I had never met before and work in her church to spread the Gospel. It sounded amazing and thrilling! But I pushed it aside thinking that I was only trying to 'run away from my problems'.
I had become involved with this amazing church family near my apartment. I wanted to form a sort of community with the young adults at the church and grow it. So I formed 'Game Night' with my brother to bring us all a little closer outside of our Sunday morning routine. I had a connection there and a purpose, but I still had missions in the back of my mind.
Around September, it seemed that everyone I ran into had some sort of affiliation with missionaries. I was absolutely facinated with the idea, but I was scared. "Is this really what God wants ME to do?!" So I took it to Him in prayer. And God began speaking to me left and right through sermons, Bible studies, songs, mentors, even a call-in on the radio that He wanted me to spend time overseas spreading His love.
So after a couple closed doors, God opened the door for the World Race. I never would have thought that I would be traveling from country to country for a year, but this is just the beginning. I cannot even find the words to describe how excited/scared/nervous/amazed I am about this. Keep up with my blog and go on this journey with me.
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