I'm the world's worst at keeping a blog. I think I've tried 10,000 blog attempts since the tender age of 13.
I've recently agreed to do something I thought I would never do. I just signed up to spend a year doing missions overseas. Yeah, you heard that: overseas missions.
Last week I got word that I will be joining the World Race in January. The World Race is a journey to 11 countries in 11 months to tell people about Jesus. Here's a few of the places I'll be: Indonesia, Philippines, Vietnam, Cambodia, Thailand, Bosnia, Kosovo, Romania, South Africa, Lesotho, Mozambique. You can read the full description of my route here.
Agreeing to say yes to this trip was a big feat. Plenty of tears and fear and prayers the last few months have led me to take the first steps. Lots of conversations that would be easier to avoid but the urging from the Lord has been too evident to avoid.
I'm choosing to say yes. I'm choosing to follow Him when it's scary. I'm choosing a life that wasn't what I always dreamed. I'm choosing new dreams, new aspirations.
I'm really scared some moments, but I'm comforted in the fact that I wasn't guaranteed most of the things I think I deserve. That choosing to say yes doesn't often look like the American dream.