14 years ago (yesterday), I came home past midnight and woke up my parents from their sleep. I told them I was going to be a missionary for Couples for Christ.
When God calls, we have to answer. I didn’t know anything about missionary work. I hardly knew anything about CFC (I wasn’t that active, nor was I that enthusiastic). But I heard God speak to me, to take that leap. And I did.
I have gone to so many places. Majority of the provinces of the Philippines. I have gotten bedridden sick, I have ridden suicidal buses, and also the weirdest local transportation. I have eaten a lot of exotic things (and knowing me, you know that is a feat). I have done amazing nature “sports” – bungee jumping, river rafting, mountain climbing, etc.
I have also gone all around the world. Doing more of the things I mentioned above. Eating shark in the Caribbean, getting stalled on a highway in South Africa, getting mugged at gunpoint in the USA, honeymooning / serving in Europe, sleeping on airport chairs in Qatar, sleeping on tables in Ghana… and so much more.
All because of my yes. And not thinking that me inexperience and lack of knowledge would stop me.
14 years later, I am married. I have 3 kids. And the call to spread His love to as many people around the world as fast as I can is as strong as it was when I first heard it – sometime past midnight on May 13 in Sanctuario de San Jose in Greenhills – while Here I Am, Lord played in the background. What can I say, when God calls, He makes it dramatic.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.