Before I can even begin with the last few months, I want to provide a little back story. Why you ask? Because…. it’s my blog and I want to. 🙂
From a very early age I was in love with people who talked differently than me and who did life differently than I did. I attribute it to my parents who always had my eyes open to the BIG world and not my small town world I was living in. Oh, I am sure I was a kid who was selfish at times and couldn’t see past my nose too.
As a young child I was in a program at church called Girls in Action. It was there that my love for people of other countries grew. I met people who lived in far off places to serve and love on others. I was able to learn about the missionaries from the past. Lottie Moon was one of my favorites. By first grade, I knew what my purpose in life was, to be a missionary. (This is a person who decided to give their life telling others about Jesus and the hope we have in him) Granted this was before I said my “prayer” of salvation, but most likely I was surrendered already.
By the age of 13, which seems really young I know, I felt that God was telling me to surrender to be in ministry full time when I was a grown up. Again, the thought in my head was I was going to be in a different country ministering to people who spoke a different language.
In high school, I began to learn Spanish. I have always loved language and decided I needed to get better at one if I was to spend my life elsewhere. I took Spanish 1 through 4 and loved it. It was a challenge for sure, but there was a purpose behind it. I also continued to be involved in mission minded groups. (to be continued)