Warning: This may be one of the longest and most drawn out post I
will make. It also may be the most important because it explains what and why I
am doing this.
I have been accepted to be part of a six month mission trip
starting in January 2015. I will be traveling to New York, Haiti, Jamaica, and
Costa Rica. Yes, I am going to be taking a year off school. And yes I know this
doesn't really fit in with the way people tell you life is supposed to go but I
don't care. When I was trying to figure out what I was going to do after I
graduated from TCC I realized I had no idea what I wanted to do after. So my
mom told me that I could take the year off of school but on one condition. I
had to go somewhere or do something with my life. So I began doing some
research and that research led me to a group called Experience Mission.
My love for missions is something that I have apparently had since
I was little. When I was at G.A. camp in I guess 1st or 2nd grade, we had there
missionaries come and talk about what they did and asked if there was anyone
there who felt that call to missions. I don't know how a 1st or 2nd grader can
really understand what it means to volunteer for a life on the mission field
but for some reason I decided I did. That's what I guess you would call my
first sign or clue as to where my life would end up.
A couple years ago I also got to go on two mission trips to Costa
Rica. While I was there I fell in love with the people and the work and
everything about it. I loved waking up and drinking coffee while prepping and
planning for the day of service we had ahead of us. I fell in love with seeing
the joy and the smiles and the hope on people’s faces when they saw us. It was
amazing to hear prayers and sing songs praising God even though I couldn’t
understand everything that was being said but I loved it. I never wanted to
leave. The last day I was there I of course was feeling sad about leaving and
going home. But before I left, I had this weird feeling that this wouldn’t be
the last time I would be in Costa Rica. And sure enough, that feeling was
right.
So here I am. Trying to figure out what to do with all of this
obsession with missions and people and traveling. This is the story of my
journey. I don’t know what lies ahead of me or where my journey will take me
but I just got to go one step at a time, trusting God the whole way.
