If you know me, you know I love a good adventure. While the World Race is an amazing adventure, that is probably the last reason I decided to go on this trip. I fell in love with mission work when I was around 8 years old, I loved the idea of being able to bring the name of Jesus to those who have never heard, being able to help people who can not do certain things or just show people a glimpse of hope. I had the amazing oppurtunity of going to Africa in 2018 to share the gospel and that is when I decided I wanted to do that for the rest of my life. The friendships I made, the happiness the people of Zambia showed me and just overwhelming love of Jesus made it so obvious to me that I was going to be a missionary. Well this little thing happened, you may have heard of it, it was called Covid, made me rethink everything and I convinced myself I was not going to be a missionary. I was supposed to leave for a mission trip for Brazil the week before everything got shut down and I gave up the idea of mission work anymore. Some time passed and I heard about the world race and looked into it, even texted an advisor about it but just didn't feel it was for me. Then God. I say that because this was quite literally a God thing. I was sitting in my car one day reading my friends blog for her World Race trip and I remember thinking "I really want to go on this trip but I can't do it, I'm not fit for this" and literally in the middle of thinking those things. The advisor I had been texting calls me, after I haven't texted him in months, while I'm sitting in the car and says "if you're still thinking about doing this, you're capable". I just sat in awe of God for a few minutes and said "Okay God, use me." Here I am today writing this because I can not wait to go share the gospel with the people of South Africa.