When I was 16 I went on my first short-term mission trip. I spent 2 weeks in Guatemala and fell head-over-heels in love with the people, the culture, the language, the everything! It was while I was on that trip that I felt the hand of God upon my life like no other time. It's like I felt him whisper to my inner-most being, "this is what I created you for". I left those 2 weeks knowing that I'd be back.
In Isaiah there's a verse that says, "Here am I. Lord SEND me." That verse has been my prayer before that trip and every since. Send me, Lord. Send me into this world you have created and use me to show your love to others. I use to think that in order for God to send me, it had to be overseas. While I would still love to end up overseas someday, God has had places to send me here, in the US.
Over the years, He has sent me a lot of different places. He has sent me to teach Sunday School, to snuggle sweet babies while their Mamas encountered Jesus, and to teach little ones that there is a God who loves them so very much. He has sent me to whisper words of hope and love to teenage girls who have no family and no home of their own. He has sent me to what seems like the ends of the earth: to Calcutta to sing over dying women, to Cambodia to play with orphans, to Kenya to build a building, and back to Guatemala time and time again to help others to see how God is at work around the globe.
Most recently, He has sent me to a children's hospital to work in the ED and provide support and distraction for families in crisis. He has sent me to that specific unit, during those specific hours, in that specific city . . . and so often I forget. I get caught up in the day-to-day, I get worn out and burnt out and I forget that it was HE who sent me there to be begin with. He has me right where He wants me and there is no better place to be. Now if I only I could remember that on a daily basis . . .
Mary Rice Hopkins: Miracle Walking--From ICU to Life
12 years ago
