This is something that came up a few weeks ago and I wanted to share it. First off, it’s not what you think it would be. God saying no to me is the reason I’m here.
Before I even knew about the race I was planning on going to a community college and starting a career in construction. But I was never really looking forward to it; very unenthusiastic about it. I was all set up to start taking classes in the fall this year actually. But then I went to the Dominican Republic and God gave me a big old no for these plans and told me to go on the World Race. This was the first time He said no to me, the second time came pretty soon after.
I signed up for the race with the idea of doing college and starting my construction career next year after the race, but God said no to these plans again and told me he wants me to continue being missionary and to give up these plans.
Honestly though, I’m not even, for one second, even try to question these one’s. Being a missionary is 1000x better than anything I can think of. You get to travel to different places, meet/live with other believers and missionaries, but most of all, spread God’s love and make him known. Seriously what’s better than that?
I’m so thankful that God said no to me, twice. Because I have no idea where I would be or where I would end up if I didn’t come on this trip and be saved.
“I will say to the Lord, ‘He is my fortress, my God, in whom I trust’.” Psalm 91:2
