How I was called into the mission field

 

How I was called into the Mission Field

            I believe God is calling me to Swaziland this summer to do missions and this is my story. The summer going to my sophomore year of high school I went to Saltillo, Mexico with my youth group for my first mission’s trip. We were down there doing VBS, sports ministry, working at a rehabilitation center, and construction with Adventures in Missions. The focus of the week was learning how to distinguish God’s voice from our own, the worlds and Satan’s.  Toward the end of the week on Thursday we did this thing called, “Ask the Lord.” Where we sat before God as a mission team asking him what he would have us do that afternoon individually. It was during that time that God spoke to me. This experience changed my life, along with loving on the Mexicans down there for Christ. It was then that I started considering missions.

            A few years ago I felt God leading me to work at an orphanage somewhere in the world. This was sort of strange to me since I have never worked at an orphanage before, but I absolutely love children. My senior year of high school I started thinking about maybe working at an orphanage in Africa. Then during my freshmen year of college I was talking with one of my friend’s sisters who had just come back from working at an orphanage in Malawi and she really encouraged me to consider going with her to Africa. I really felt that God wanted me to go but when I was praying about it I did not get any reply. Then one night I was being prophesied over through Skype by another friend’s brother. He told me that many people view me as a mother and I got so excited because he did not know I want to work at an orphanage. Then he told me later on during the conversation to go sit before God because God wanted to show me a piece of his heart.

            So I went an sat alone under my bed, the only place I have as a college student to be alone. I asked God how I was supposed to recognize his heart. Then in red letters with a black background came the flashing word love. After that a picture of  a group of smiling and laughing African children gazing up an me came in to view. A piece came over me and I knew I had God’s approve to go ahead and start pursuing a missions in Africa.

            I ended up not going to Malawi with my friends sister but signed up to go to Swaziland with AIM instead because I felt more comfortable and at peace about it, being already familiar with both AIM and other college students.