Lately my cry has been for a heart like Jesus; a heart for everyone. Sometimes we get too involved with ourselves and our daily schedule and routine, we just forget about others. Since I have been born and raised in church It is so weird to me that I have not gone on a missions trip.
My heart for missions was basically instilled by the parentals. My parents have such a heart for missions and always remind me about local missions being just as important as those that are more far away. They always serve those around them and always tell me that they serve because someone served them. They tell me that they spread the good news because someone spread the good news to them. My dad has such a heart that in a few cases has let a few homeless families stay at our home. My ma always tells me she wants to send me as a missionary to Africa and jokes about me getting eaten by lions.
Sometimes I wonder why I don’t get as involved as my parents. This is something that I need to work on. I have always felt like I don’t give enough as my parents do. They just serve endlessly and never get tired. Instead of beating myself up about it I decided to do work. My freshman year I decided I wanted to go on a missions trip with my campus church, but I was horrid at saving money. Sophomore year I felt like I couldn’t travel because of Jerald’s situation. After praying for a while I feel like it’s my time to go. Haiti was a hot thing at my church for missions, and even though I would had loved to go with my campus youth, I felt like I was being called more to Ecuador (a medical missions trip). I met up with my campus church missions pastor CJ and just spoke about my heart for missions. He shared his heart and the church’s heart. At the moment I’m praying and setting a goal for Ecuador 2015. I am so excited with what Gods doing in me and with where he is taking me. I must always remember Serving others is serving God.
[Acts 13:47]”For so the Lord has commanded us, saying, “I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.””
Jerald Update: His surgery went well yesterday. I had two missed calls from his mom, called back and spoke to him. It just melted my heart how after his surgery he was so tired and still called me. I’m so happy. He’ll be in Seattle recovering, and home by the time I’ll be home for spring break.