Imagine having to confront your family with the news God has personally called you on a mission to a small island devastated by a massive earthquake less than 24 hours ago?

Joan of Arc crossed my mind more than once that fateful morning.

Don't get me wrong; my family has a deep vital faith that has sustained us through many hard times.

But even so, I felt hesitant to broach the topic.

It would difficult to tell my mom; I knew I'd have to break it to her gently so she wouldn't worry too much.

Malaria, typhoid, cholera... what on earth was there to worry about?

There was one person in my life who would understand completely, and I couldn't wait to see him.

That person was my boyfriend, James.

We had been dating for about six months at this point, and were nearly inseparable.

The fact we shared a common call to ministry only strengthened our bond.

I knew I could count on James to understand what I felt; he was every bit as passionate for missions as I was, especially since going to Germany in 2006.

Lucky for me, we go to school together.

In between the usual college routine (hectic, of course), we managed to find a few stolen moments to talk in his car.

I told him about God's call that morning, feeling a bit shy as I described the encounter.

His response?

"Well, then we'd better get busy."

James was the first to support me, and it gave me courage to talk to my family and friends.

I had a cause to fight for.

The Call

Journal entry from January 13, 2010:

Today is the morning of my 22nd birthday, and the first thing I opened my eyes to was news of a devastating earthquake in Haiti.

Mom had seen it on the news, and she was urging us to pray for them.

Before I was even out of bed, God spoke to me: "Go to them."

"Huh?" was my sleepy response. "You mean Haiti?"

"Yes. Get your passport and go to them."

I was awake now!

"God, do you mean now? At the beginning of the semester???"

"No, you will go in the summer. But I want you to prepare now. You must go!"

Now my mind is swirling far away from presents, candles, and cake.

How am I supposed to get to Haiti?

And what can I do there?

Will anyone go with me?

How long will I be gone?

I need to find some answers.

I need to get my passport.

I need to know more about Haiti.

I need James!

(end of entry)

Maybe you can tell from the above journal excerpt, but going to Haiti was not on my radar.

It was an all-of-a-sudden surprise.

God didn't even wait until I had my morning coffee.

But I was at the point in life where I'd learned not to question God's leading.

I knew His voice; it was unmistakeable.

So I wasn't questioning the call... Just the logistics.

But God rarely gives us a well-developed plan; often He just points us in the right direction.

And it's our part simply to follow.

Welcome to My Readers

 

Hi! My name is Becca, and I want to tell you about one of my biggest adventures (so far). 

January 12, 2010, an earthquake devastated the country of Haiti, particularly in the capital city of Port Au Prince. 

We've all seen images on the news; recent numbers say more than 316,000 people were killed. 


More than one  million are currently homeless, living in tents and temporary shelters. 


And even though this happened over a year ago, only 5% of the rubble has been cleared away. 



In the face of such tragedy, God is working.


I was privileged to be a part of a mission team in May 2010; our purpose was mainly to help clear rubble on a church compound outside of Port Au Prince. 


But as you'll see in the following posts, what we experienced was so much more. 


I'm going to relate my experiences on this blog for one reason and one alone. 

It's not about me.

I'm not trying to brag or make myself look good.


My purpose is to show God at work through ordinary people.


I hope through reading this you will catch the vision, and see what you can do to rebuild Haiti.


God bless! 


Becca L.