My First Call

So to start off my missions blog, I'd thought I would give a glimpse into the past. Welcome to the story of how I was first called to be a missionary.

I've always loved working with children, even when I was a child. When I was in fifth grade, I would ditch my Sunday school class to help the babies in the crib room. I started babysitting when I was barely a middle schooler. It's no surprise that God used my compassion for children to first call me to the mission field.

I was in seventh grade, in history class, learning about current events. My teacher was telling us about the AIDS epidemic in Africa, and how it had caused countless children to be orphaned. I can still remember my gut reaction, "Somebody should help!". Then after a moment of reflection, "I can be one of those people!" It was pretty much as simple as that.

As I got older, I was able to experience a few mission trips to Mexico with the youth group. Through those trips, my calling has expanded from Africa to include many other areas of the world. My next destination will be Monterrey, Mexico, but only God knows what other places I'll travel to during my adventures with him!!