My missionary work began in high school like many other people. My dad was the pastor of our church and encouraged me to go to Mexico during the summers to build houses outside of Tijuana. Each year was a completely different experience and each year I learned so much about my faith.
Freshmen year of college (as it so commonly is) was rough on me being a sheltered upper-middle class suburban kid. God showed me the life He wanted me to live but I wanted to choose a different path and got stuck in a rut. My group of friends whom I built my faith around all chose very different paths and I was stuck in middle, neither hot nor cold, complacent and unhappy.
This year God just lifted me and up and just kicked my butt over and over. He took away the things that were pulling me away from Him and gave me a new outlook on life.
I can’t tell you what specifically happened to make me sign up for this trip cause I honestly don’t know. God just set things in motion and I’m trying to go along for the ride and be okay with whatever or wherever He put me, and be totally and wholeheartedly committed to it.
