Then I heard the Lord asking, “Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here I am. Send me.” -Isaiah 6:8
I was 11 years old. The room was full of older elementary aged children, sitting shoulder to shoulder. It was hot and stuffy; a typical July in Louisiana. The Ukranian missionary spoke with passion to us about his homeland and the need for a Savior. He told us how he came to the United States to help spread the word about the great need for missionaries to go to his land to share the life-saving news of Jesus Christ. I was awestruck. He wrapped up his speech, passed out some Ukranian chocolate, and that was it. [I still have the wrapper from that chocolate tucked away in my Bible-it’s been 13 years and a constant reminder of my heart to GO.]
I left that room with such a fire burning in my heart to bring that news to people all over the world. Missions. I had never heard much about this before, but I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything there was about being a missionary!
Years passed before I met another missionary. I was a teenager and an a cappella singing group from Zambia, Africa was coming to our church for a week to put on fundraiser concerts. My family volunteered as a host family to have two of the twelve men stay in our home. They were with us for a week and every night we stayed up until 3:00, or 4:00 in the morning talking about what their home was like. Like the Ukranian missionary, they also came with hopes of finding people that would go back to their home and share the news of Jesus with their people.
The fire burned even stronger in my heart. Throughout my early years in the youth group, I took many mission trips around the US. They were all different, but we had one common purpose: to share the life-saving news of Jesus Christ with people.
“And you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere–in Jerusalem, throughout Judea, in Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” Acts 1:8
I’ve been to my Jerusalem, the cities that I have lived in, spreading the love of Jesus. I’ve gone to my Judeas and Samarias, throughout the US. And now, I’m getting to go to my “ends of the earth”.
In just over 3 weeks, I’ll be on a plane flying to Peru to share the love of Jesus. To share the life-saving news of Jesus. That same 11 year old child-like fire that was started in my heart so many years ago is ready to burst out of me. My dream has always been to go. Now, I will finally get that chance.
I’m nervous. [Mainly about the flying… I loathe airplanes] But I think my excitement is way off the charts in comparison to my nervousness. I’ve been dreaming for over a year now about what it will be like. What the people will be like that we’re going to minister to. What the temperatures and environment will be like, the culture, the way of life, the food, the smells. Oh, I have big dreams. I’m so ready. I cannot wait until I get to love on the ladies in the streets of Peru. To hug some children and let them know they are loved by One much bigger than just a girl from America. My heart burns for these Peruvians.
Please be praying for us. There are a total of 16 of us going on this trip, representing 3 different states. We, along with a few others, are leaving children behind with loved ones so that we can pour ourselves out to the people of Peru. Please be praying for those that are staying behind and making this trip possible for us. Pray that the hearts of the people will be receptive to the Love we’re going to lavish on them.
Also, continue to pray for the funds to come in for the Jessica House. Most of you have seen my posts about Jessica House on Instagram and Facebook. If you’re new and haven’t heard what it is, you can read more about the Jessica House project here.