I feel like Davy Jones, although in a different way altogether, in that it is in returning to the Sea that I find my heart once again. Well, at least a piece of it. Over the last year or so I have been on a journey of discovery, a journey of discovery that, at the end or perhaps simply a place along the way, has lead me to realize that my whole heart no longer, or never has, fully resided in the crashing of the powerful waves but in fact has been divided and spread wide. One piece remains locked firmly away on a fishing boat that waits patiently for her lady to return with the coming of the summer and salmon run, although I have come to realize that though my heart will forever remain on the Last Frontier, it may decrease as I set out to discover and conquer New Frontiers. New frontiers such as my middle school girls, who remind me of where I came from, and no matter how cool and in the know I think I am, I started out just as awkward and oblivious as they are now, and in reality I still see myself in them. Another piece, perhaps my greatest treasure, lies with my family always. Even if at times we can be each other’s stumbling blocks and greatest critics, they are also a strong haven to run to and confide in. The most recent hiding place for my heart is, as of February 2006, Honduras and more widely Central America. For years my mother has always said that I was meant to be a part of the Hispanic culture because of my love for bright and vivid colors, and perhaps she is right. But more than just the colors, the enormity of the collective heart of these people and the brilliant and intricate make up of their culture and who they are as a people group draws me in, in a way that I have never experienced before. Their ability to love and share and just be simply grateful for what little they do have astounds me. The simplicity and honesty allures. I sincerely believe that God has led me on this journey to help me prepare to relinquish that which has so long defined who I was and am as an individual, that which I saw as my only distinction among many. God will often require us to release our grip on one aspect of our lives in order to entrust us with something else far greater than we could have ever imagined. For the last few months God has been pressing on my heart an urgent desire to return to Central America with a team from my school I am in the process of making that dream a reality, I know it will be hard, with many obstacles in my way but with a spirit of perseverance and faith I will trust in God’s guidance and will. I do not know where with journey will take me and to where it will ultimately end but He has promised us great plans for each of our futures, and I firmly believe that He is beginning to reveal His ultimate plan for me, for which He has been preparing me for all these years.
I feel this transition coming, my time of living in timidity and fear is coming to an end, even if I am not fully ready to realize and accept that idea. My passion is for missions, short term missions; my dream is to enable others to live their best lives in every way; my purpose is to act, mobilize and change the world; my desire through it all is to serve my God whole heartedly, completely, beyond the weaknesses that I see in myself.