The first time I realized I wanted to go on a mission, I was in 6th grade and had just gotten home from church camp. I stood up in front of my entire church and announced that I had been called into missionary work. It was from that moment on that I allowed the enemy to whisper into my ear that I was not capable, deserving, or good enough to share the Word with anyone. After a while, I started to believe that more and more... BUT GOD
through His constant pursuit for my heart, began to remind me daily that He does not call the qualified, but qualifies the called. That is why I have decided to join this mission. Even though I can list a number of reasons why I'm not worthy, the Lord is looking at me and calling me qualified. I sit in awe at the thought of Him trusting me to share His name and will hold tightly to the truth He has spoken over me. I am encouraged by Acts 1:7-8, "He said to them, 'It is not for you to know times or seasons that the Father has fixed by his own authority. But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth'."