I was first called to missions when I was 14 years old. There was an alter call and I was a hormonal teenage girl and I felt the call. In tears me and my closet girlfriends went up hand in hand laying our lives down for the Lord. It was a wonderful experience that helped shape my life, but I remember when I really felt the weight of my "Call" or whatever the Hell you want to call it. I was a freshman in college and during a chapel some guy, like all the other guys, was talking about taking the gospel to the least reached, the most dangerous, hardest places in the world. I was just sitting there going through the motions, ooing and awwing at the amazing stories. But the Lord called my spirit to attention and like a cannon ball to the stomach I realized, HOLY CRAP THIS IS IT! This was the call, this was my call. There wasn't another option.
Naturally I called my parents and told them, "Mom. Dad. We need to talk. We set up a time, they probably thought I was pregnant or something. To their great relief I explained in the most dramatic way that I was called to missions. With tears in my eyes I went on and on about when I go they may never hear from me again, and that I might die. And to my dismiss their response was a meager, all knowing "We know". I was kind of hoping for a grand emotional bonding experience and so I re-explained with even greater zeal the intensity of future. And they just said the same thing.
My mom said that she knew from the time that I was conceived the Lord was going to take me to the ends of the earth for the sake of the gospel. And I was all like, "Thanks for telling me that NOW Mom!" But God's timing is good, and she knew it was better for me to hear it from Him.
Since then I have come off that emotional high, not to say that I am still not called or that I am not called to that life, I just mean the glamour that the American church can put on missions has worn off a bit and reality has set in.
I like reality, its more realistic.
This ridiculously long intro was all to say that I am going people. And over the course of many months I will probably tell you all about. I will share my heart, babble on and on, and then expect you to join me. I am not going to "should" on you or anything, but for some reason God has given us ALL the responsibility to reach the nations. We all play a part. Mine is to go, my parents - to give birth to me and raise me right, and yours might be to send. So get ready to have your heart strings pulled on, because the heart of God is no joke.

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