For example, at fifteen years old, I begin having a series of dreams. I was preaching to a large group of people in a small church in one and in a few others I was speaking with children who were in great need of a bath. I had begin praying hoping I would learn the reason behind the dreams, but instead I was informed by God, that I was going to be a missionary. Now, I do wish for you to keep in mind that when I was ten, my mom was told by God that I would be in ministry and not to worry about me a bit. She and my Dad kept that to themselves as to not influence me at all. So a couple years have passed and I am running from God, I am uncertain as to why, but I was. I was doing pretty much anything to get out of having to be in ministry. Maybe it was fear, or me just worrying for no good reason.
Having just graduated May of 2014 and just had my 17th birthday that July, my parents were worried about how I would be when I got a older. So they had cracked down on me, doing a thing they liked to call tomato-staking. Much like how when tomatoes grow, they need something stable to hold them up like a wooden stake in the ground used as a support, because they have become too top heavy and they will just fall over and break their steam, without the support. I was with my parents at all times. I hated every bit of it, though I would never let them know that. But now I can actually see the beauty in it. What a difference a couple years would make. Anyway, August of 2014 was a time of change for me.
An evangelist visited our church. He was born in Africa and was called to evangelize in America. Pretty cool if you ask me. So the first day he was there, he calls for people in need of healing to come forward. And my mom has pain in her hip, so she goes forward and I followed hoping to show her moral support. But oh man, what happened to me when I went up there. After he got done speaking with my mom and praying over her, he looks at me and calls me to stand in front of him. I felt like a child in front of her father and I was about to get in big trouble. He asks my name and I tell him, then he asks me if we have met before, I say no.
He precedes to tell me that I am called to be a missionary and four countries God has given him to say. Africa, India, Russia, and England. He asks if I already know this, but before I can say, my mother says yes she does. He asks why I haven't done what I am suppose to. All she can say is that I am running. With this he seemed truly upset and he tells me that I shouldn't be doing that and if I am worrying about school, I shouldn't because it will be completely taken care of. Then he began praying over me, while I am in tears.
I am now about to turn 19 this July and I have been serious about my calling and school ever since that day. I now know without a doubt that God called to be a missionary to children abroad. Money for my school books has been miraculously provided each time I am in need of it. I have found being called both an amazing yet terrifying thing. I am very excited to think that one day I will be overseas ministering to children and telling them all about God.
See when you are called, it isn't like you are just thrown to the wolves. No, God has a big plan. He knows where we are best placed in the world. He knows what we need, like my pastor says," He doesn't call the equipped, He equips the called." No matter where God places you or sends you, He will always be there and He will always take care of us. Being called is so much more than going over here and telling someone about God. It is about giving up your own selfish ambitions and doing what God wishes for you to do.
