I was around 13 or 14 when I first felt called to missions. I was sitting in the church I had grown up in when a guest missionary from Southeast Asia came to speak. As he shared his personal story, something stirred inside me and my interest was immediately piqued. I certainly had no idea what that meant as a young teenager, but the interest never seemed to leave.
My interest in missions was something that I believe probably started way before 13. I can remember being as young as 7 or 8 where I was drawn to learning about other cultures. We used to have missions banquets at my childhood church, where we would be able to experience different foods from around the world. (Of course there was a lot more involved in those banquets, but I vaguely recall the bigger details. However, I do remember eating Chinese rock sugar. Those who know me well would not be at all surprised by me remembering candy).
My interest in missions and culture eventually turned into a calling, which then turned into a passion. Fast forward twenty-ish years later and here we are: Ray is almost done with his masters program (this Spring!) and we are in the application process of becoming missionaries. Our goal is to leave for the field in 2022. We are both excited for our journey and we will see where the Lord leads us.
Welcome to our our life abroad!
(Well, for now, welcome to our life in our home country until we leave.)
Our Life Abroad 