I remember clearly how I first heard my calling to serve as a missionary for a brief time in this country. It may seem silly, but it felt real.
I remember freshman year, at gethsemane. It was missions rally. Jinnie GSN was explaining each country KCCC offered for their summer missions project. I was excited for missions alone, being my first missions ever. I was overwhelmed with all the choices and was wondering which country would I be interested in going to? Which would best fit me? Which one would I enjoy the most?
As she got to Thailand (the second to last country she listed), the naive excitement and smiling stopped (ironically as she said that this country was known to be the ‘land of smiles’) and my heart started to race. Afterwards, not knowing why, my heart sunk as I sunk back into my seat. My fellow DPD looked at me with a huge smile and said,
"Geena, you’re going to Thailand."
I want to go back. I really want to.
With this hardened heart of mine, this desire to go back can only be reignited by the works of God.
Heavenly Father, please keep this fire alive. Amen.