How I was called to the missions field:
Hey everybody, this is the story of how God called me here!
Well, last Thanksgiving, I was in the middle of going to school after school, trying to figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. It was at that time that about 20 people from both sides of my family began asking me the same thing. My constant thought with their questioning reinforcing it caused me to realize that I really should know the answer to this question by now. I distracted myself with whatever I could for the next few days, not wanting to face the fact that my time was quickly running out and doors were beginning to shut. The next thing I knew I was in the mountains of Potter County Pennsylvania with my Grand-pops rifle and nothing but the cold air, nature, and my thoughts for what seemed like an infinite amount of time. I was forced to face the fact that I needed to start making some very important decisions. I began to completely freak out and worry that I would miss out on what I was supposed to do. I remember being on the verge of a panic attack when I just felt this great comfort and I realized that all I needed to do was wait and listen for God to tell me what He wanted for me to do and I would be fine. The understanding that it was out of my hands gave me an incredible peace. That night, the idea of being a missionary for a year came into my head, and as soon as I heard it, I again felt a great peace and excitement for it. I had always enjoyed serving others, but this passion was deeper than that, it was me desiring to do God’s will. One year later and I’m in Mexico about to ship out to Nicaragua for 6 months, surrounded by some incredible people, learning more and more about myself, God, and how I fit into his Kingdom.
