At the age of five, I asked Jesus to come into my heart. I know that I was only five but I remember looking up at the stars knowing that God holds them in place. If He could do that, I wanted Him to hold my heart in place too. I told my Momma that night I talked to Jesus, and she said that was good but wasn’t excited like I thought she would be. She didn’t realize that I was talking about the most important decision I would ever make in my entire life! All we remember is that it was sometime in October 2000.
Growing up in a Pentecostal church around the age of ten, I realized that I had to make more of an effort to follow Christ. It was a personal relationship of listening to Him, lifting my hands during worship, and reading His Word. At age twelve, I felt God call me to the mission field. I knew that someday I would go to a foreign land and tell people about Jesus. Not that I really went around proclaiming this to people, but I knew it was going to happen in His timing.
In the meantime, I read a lot of books about missionaries. Amy Carmichael, Elisabeth Elliot, Lillian Trasher, and George Muller to name a few. I admire them for their courage and great faith.
My teenage years with school, sports, and being a part of the Unashamed Youth group at my church were definitely the best days of my life. I know back then it didn’t always feel like it, but I lived for basketball games and youth group events. I started my dream job working at Hobby Lobby. I was so happy and content working in a store filled with nothing but crafts and décor.
Fun fact: My Momma got hired the next week and we worked together there for five years!
When I was seventeen, I went on my first missions trip with my Daddy to Nicaragua. It was really eye opening for me as we traveled every day to different churches to preach. From one church on top of an active volcano down to walking through the sewer to the children’s home, God truly protected us and moved mightily. We even had gangs trying to stop us on the streets. I also remember a little girl running down a path to come to church and she was wearing a dress that was made by a lady in our church back home.
No matter what you do, you can make an impact for Jesus if you give it to Him!
I remember the exact spot where God spoke to me while I was working at Hobby Lobby. He told me to go to Thailand. I quit my full-time job and went on an internship for two months. It was there God called me. We just crossed over a river coming back from Burma into Thailand. One of the trucks in the back was stuck in the river so we were waiting for them. As I looked out my window into the rice field the Lord asked me, “Who do you see out in that field?” I said, “No one Lord.” He said, “The Harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few. Will you give Me one year here?” I quickly grabbed my phone to take a picture of the field just before we drove away. Such a small moment that changed my life forever. I finished out my two months and returned home.
I got a job at the bank the day after I got back from Thailand. It was crazy that I was out applying for jobs because jet lag is a serious thing! I got the job but during those seven months I was miserable inside. I wasn’t doing what God asked me to do. I even enrolled in Bible college to get a degree in missions hoping that would qualify me more to be on the mission field. God told me I would get my answer at the JSM Youth Campmeeting. I have to say, never doubt God’s Word because I really did get my answer at the campmeeting and it was the night I least expected it. I was prophesied over that I was going to be a missionary! I couldn’t stop crying because I felt God all over me that night and it was powerful.