I am Your hands & feet.

Lord, use me as the hands and feet of your love; help me discern how to serve in your will being done on earth as in Heaven.

A simple prayer, a vague idea inevitably conveying, “help, I have no idea what I want to do with my life except that I love LOVE and I need others to know and feel that love”. A simple prayer, desperately and earnestly wanting to be used to further the Kingdom of God and bring Heaven closer to earth. A simple prayer, with a bold answer.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” (Isaiah 6:8)

Rewind to June of last year, I felt the Lord call me to serve with my local church, Rock Harbor, in a global outreach mission in Mexico. I had never been to Mexico before, knew nobody going on the trip and absolutely hated the idea of fundraising the $300, but said yes anyway. Since I didn’t know anyone on the trip, I shared my typical fun facts: backpacking fills my soul with awe & wonder, injustice breaks my heart, and I am apparently confident enough on a ukulele. I was authentic: I had no preconceived notions of my teammates, no need to impress and no need to hide. Deb, a fellow gal on the trip, asked, “have you ever heard of the World Race?” and I said ‘no’, Googled it, thought it sounded too good to be true as I searched for the ‘catch’, saw the fundraising amount, and carried on.

Skip to late July, I was in Washington preparing to serve with a week-long high school leadership camp, driving through the woods with one of the most influential women in my life, Megan. I told her after my Peace Corps stint fell through, I was praying for discernment in how to be the hands & feet of Jesus in a broken world. She asked if I had ever heard of the World Race, I chuckled and moved on. After a week in the wilderness without service, we drove back home and Megan had a text from an old friend Danae who had done the World Race years ago and was visiting back home. I was almost annoyed the World Race kept creeping in, so I caved and Megan connected the two of us.

Fast forward to September, I was back at Rock Harbor in Costa Mesa, California, on a worship night, praising through dance on the side of the room. I accidently bumped into someone else improvising, and we ended up talking. Her name is Ari and she told me she was knee deep in planning her mission work; and as of January 2019, she is out on the World Race Expedition. Of course she is, and of course there is no coincidence in my not-so-random World Race encounters.

After some serious time on my knees in prayer, yearning to be the hands & feet of Jesus to love how he loved, and to make disciples of all nations, I am now committed to serving with the Expedition Squad in August of 2019, travelling to 11 countries in 11 months to share the love of Jesus and serve others around the world. I want to invite you into this journey with me, to join me in prayer, to intercede on my Squad’s behalf, and to prayerfully consider financially supporting this endeavor.

JOIN ME IN PRAYER: Lord, thank you for your light in the darkness, for the example of Jesus to love people well and to leave the 99 for the one. I pray for encouragement, hope, and joy in the process of preparation. I ask for love warriors to come alongside this journey and for our eyes to be opened to the ways you are already working and the places to courageously step out in faith. Through radical faith, reckless abandon, utter dependence, and for your will to be done, use us as the hands & feet of your ministry.