Short-Term Missions & My Life

Short-Term Missions & My Life

As a little girl I loved traveling. My parents made a point to take us kids wherever they went. As such, we learned to be flexible to the twists and turns of travel. We grew accustomed to the new, the unusual, even the uncomfortable. And as I grew up, little by little, I began to comprehend the reason for our traveling. It did not take long for me to love every part of it. We were traveling on mission trips; endeavoring to teach people all about God’s love.

Until age fifteen the biggest, most impactful moments of my faith happened on the mission field. At age five I experienced God’s presence to the depths of my soul in Portugal. At age seven I experienced God’s provision and healing when I got sick in England. At age eleven I experienced God’s comfort as I fearfully, but faithfully stepped out to speak in front of a group of people in Mexico. At age At age sixteen I experienced God’s incredible design for community at the Northern Cheyenne Indian Reservation in Montana.

As I entered the latter years of high school I finally began to see God work outside the mission field. While it was imperative that I cross this threshold, I know my experiences on the mission field laid the foundation for my passion and dedication to Father God in every other facet of my life.

Short-term mission trips did not just change my life, they drove it.

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