~heard~

It was a few years back when I first heard the call. I can remember exactly where I was sitting and who I was sitting with. It was back at the "old" Met during a missions conference. The above words by William Booth struck me in a way I was not prepared for.

Growing up, I always thought a missions trip would be amazing! But never in a million years did I think it was for me. Ok. So the truth is, I had it in my head that to go on a missions trip I would first have to attend "boot camp" where they would have me scale a wall. And who are we kidding. (I have no idea where that impression came from.) So as far as I was concerned, my mission field was right here in Ottawa.

Like I have done so many times before, I felt that nagging in my heart and tried my best to ignore it. I had so many reasons for not going... for hearing, but not listening... not obeying. Perhaps it was through the lives and stories from Missionary friends... perhaps it was from being in a Life Group with Missionary kids... perhaps it was the overflowing compassion that the highschool kids I work with have for the lost. Whatever it was, I heard the call and was ready to obey.

In the past 6 months or so, I have looked in to a few different options. Nothing seemed to work out though, and I questioned whether I had even really heard His calling at all! But two weeks ago, an amazing young lady told me about this upcoming trip. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, I knew this was where God wanted me to go.

And so the "grand abenture" begins...
~cr