I suppose everyone has had a moment in life where it felt as though their heart may have stopped. I experienced this the day I found out where I would be going on outreach for two and a half months. Now, before I go further I must tell you that, ever since I was a little girl, I have been in love with India. I don't know why I had/have such an affinity towards the people or the country but I do know that it is the Lord that put it in my heart. As a young girl I was always the Indian princess needing to be rescued, painting red dots on my head and begging my mother to buy me a princess Jasmine outfit. As I grew older days of make pretend turned into having an India themed room, complete with lanterns and a bedspread filled with rich colors. I just loved it. I couldn't even explain to people why I loved it so much... India was just engraved on my heart and probably always will be.
Anyway, whenever I informed people that I was going to YWAM (beginning two years before actually going) I would tell them I planned on going to India on outreach. They asked how I knew this and I said "Well, I'm not sure if it's a choice but that's where I want to go."
To my dismay, I was informed upon arriving in Kona that India was probably not a choice because the school I had chosen doesn't ever go to India. Needless to say I was heartbroken but I knew I was where I needed to be so I just told the Lord, "I don't know what you think you're doing but I trust you." (Yes, sometimes I speak with God in a sassy tone).
The day finally came where we would find out our choices for outreach. I sat there, expectant... "What will they be..." I thought. Little did I know that just two weeks before they decided to make India and outreach location. "America, South Africa, India..." My mind went blurry..... "did they just say INDIA?!" I gave out a little scream, I could hardly sit in my seat... later that day I prayed and prayed and called my parents for guidance... I knew I was supposed to go to India. I knew it, they knew it... Later I sent in my top three choices and waited for the day when they would announce teams.
Finally the day came when I would find out who my new family was (at least for the next two and a half months). "Team India!" the speaker announced. "Ohmygosh.... what if I'm not on the list?!" I panicked... The speaker started announcing names, none of them were mine. My heart sank. Finally, it sounded like they were done, like the team was full... Then, they said MY name! I shrieked.... stood up, I was shaking so bad... There I was (probably looking like a fool) trying to run up to my team but I couldn't really see through my tears. I tripped over some chords and a rug and embraced my new family. "Could this be real?" I thought, then a peace came over me and I knew it was.
The following days we would sit together during lecture, hang out on the weekends and have awesome team times getting to know each other. I knew from the beginning that I had the best team in the world.
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