Russia.

i’m being called there.

let me explain a bit. we have a school mission trip going there over spring break, and it’s mad expensive but i feel… positive, that when i step into that country it will all be worth it.

the problem is, everyone but my parents share that feeling with me.

it just seems like a perfect fit. we’re traveling, and working with orphans who have disabilities. orphans, children, and the disabled have always had a place in my heart, especially on the mission field. i’ve never had an opportunity like this before - who says i’ll have it again?

and this passion. oh. it was kindled when i first heard the words moscow, russia attached with such a tangible, world-changing meaning.

one of my friends said this: “the cool thing about misssions is that God will provide a way. i’ve never seen a mission trip fail because someone didn’t have enough money.”

so if God wants me to go, i’ll be able to. i have to see if it’s logical, of course, because that country isn’t necessarily safe, and everything attached with college is expensive.

but it’s in God’s hands now, and it always has been.