For those of you reading this who have not yet heard the news, in July I will be going to Africa for two weeks. I have always loved helping and serving others in any way I could. I am a nurse, my profession is basically me doing exactly what I love. It's not just a profession for me though, my job goes into such a greater detail than just a paycheck. It's a calling. More like a blessing personally.
I had been going through a hard time lately. Just not knowing really what my future was going to hold. I often felt sad and then I would feel guilty because I know how truly blessed I am. I have always wanted to do missions but my desire for it became exceedingly strong in high school. I found myself researching all kinds of mission and medical mission trips and I remember feeling so overwhelmed with the applications and acceptance needed to even be considered. I remember one night, sitting in my room reading the qualifications for a certain medical missions trip. It read *must have 2 year of experience required* I thought to myself, 2 years?! I don't even know where I will be next month, let alone two years down the road.
Just recently, my cousin had been offered the opportunity to possibly go back to Africa, where she visited six years ago. I was SO excited for her because of the giving and loving person she is. I expressed to her that if she was to go if it would be possible for me to even come long. A few days went by and we didn't hear much and then she told me that they were not going to be able to go. My heart sunk, not just for me, but for her as well. A few weeks later I was over at her house, playing cards with our family. I remember her family talking about how she was going to go to Kenya this summer and that it was working out after all. I was SO excited for her but at the same time wishing I could just hop in her suitcase and go with her. :) In the middle of the card game she came downstairs and said hey, we have room if you want to go, but you need to decide fast since we are buying the plane tickets tonight. My heart felt like it was beating outside of my chest. Of course I wanted to go, its something I had been praying about for awhile now.I kind of took a chance in this next part. Without knowing how I would really pay for it all, I honestly felt God telling me to not worry that He would supply all my needs and bless me. To just GO! So I said yes, buy me a ticket.I am beyond excited for this trip, I can't sleep at night and every time I think about it I get that kid in a candy store smile. My heart is filled with love and my mind is filled with peace. I can't find the words to describe how blessed I already am and the best is still to come!
It's amazing what can happen when you let go and let God, He knows the plans for you. He knows the desires of our hearts, and He hears all of our troubles. Like Jess said in the post before, even if you can't serve by going to Africa or another country, doesn't mean you can't serve here. I challenge everyone reading this to serve someone or do something( not for yourself). It's not about us, we are servants for the Lord.
-Molli
p.s. for the other girls that are going, I am praying for you daily and I am excited to share this blessing with you all as well. (:
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