Wild At Heart

I don't know what there is to say.

I guess I could say last week was the most fun I've ever had. I love traveling, and Puerto Rico was beautiful. The rainforest was everything I wanted and more. The new friends were amazing. Hanging out with some of the best people in the world and making memories was never better than last week.

I guess I could say last week was the most spiritual time I've ever experienced. Making yourself vulnerable and taking risks for God allows him to speak to you in unimaginably new ways. Service opens up opportunities that would otherwise be closed. Fellowship with believers strengthens faith and verifies values.

But I think last week was a more than just an experience for me--it was a realization. I've been pleading with God to show me my calling ever since our trip to Beaufort last summer. I didn't hear him until last week. All of those things I just mentioned--taking risks, living out loud, having adventures, meeting new people, helping others--are what make me come alive. They are things I am incredibly passionate about. God has not given me a destination for my life, but I know he has given me a direction. For the first time, I feel responsible to follow a call.

I can't even speculate. Missionary? Aid worker? Maybe my sights are too lofty. Maybe my calling is to be a school guidance counselor in an urban neighborhood. Like I said, I don't know the destination, just the direction. It's my turn to take some initiative. I'm confident that the rest will fall into place easily enough when the right time comes.