The rest of the time, I am freaked out of my mind. the rest of the time I am wishing this was someone else's call and not mine. One of those times was last night.
Yesterday, we had a missionary from Indonesia come to my missions class. I LOVE hearing from missionaries from all over the world, and that was no different this time. But it scared me a little. When asked what was the hardest part of being a missionary, he didn't say having to live among a very primitive, tribal people. He didn't say it was having to eat pig intestines, kills thousands of cockroaches in his kitchen, or eat sugar infested with ants... It was leaving his family.
I am very close with my parents and siblings. Imagining leaving them at the airport and not knowing when I will be able to have internet to skype with them or a phone to call them or when I am coming back. It scares me... a lot.
But I am willing. I am willing to go wherever the Lord asks. Tattooed on my arm underneath the continent of Africa is the verse Isaiah 6:8, which is something so close to my heart.
"Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, 'Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?' And I said, 'Here am I. Send me!'”
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