One year after her short-term mission trip to Liberia, Rachael W. is still feeling the effects.
I always find myself in the strangest situations. I’m impulsive and quick to jump. Last year I found myself sitting in an airport with 11 girls I had never met before and we were about to go to Liberia together. What did I get myself into? Little did I know that this trip would change my life.
My world got turned upside down. I saw children starving, sickness, poverty but I also saw hope and love. These beautiful people who physically had nothing, had hope. They were able to see past the material things they lacked and were happy that they had each other. They were content to eat rice almost every day or only have one change of clothes. Those little things that Americans tend to pick apart just wasn’t an issue. It didn’t matter where I grew up or how well off my family was, all that mattered was that we worshiped the same loving Father who washed all our sins away.
A year ago, God broke my heart. He showed me that He loves people all over the world regardless of race, religion, ethnicity, or language. He is the same for everyone. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. We are all broken and in need of a savior and we are all saved by the same grace.
So where am I now? I graduated from college with my BA and didn’t feel like it was time for me to stop. God broke my heart for his people and that was a feeling that I couldn’t shake. I had to do something. So, I am now in seminary working on receiving my degree in missions so that I can go back and help and love on people who are in physically impoverished situations. Until then, I am a prayer worrier for those who are in the majority world.
I am thankful for the impulsive decision to join 11 strangers in the Chicago airport. This decision has altered my life forever. Those 11 strangers have turned into 11 life long friends, my sisters in Christ.