When I left the camp that I worked at all summer three weeks ago, I was so excited for what lay before me. Two weeks in Bolivia, followed by a few weeks at home, followed by moving into the most linguistically diverse neighborhood in the US (in Minneapolis) where I hoped to find a job working with the Latino immigrant population. There have been few times in my life where I felt as confident as I did about the plans I had made. God had caused me to make each one exactly as He planned, and they completely lined up with my dreams of working for a few years before going on the mission field.
I hugged my parents goodbye during a quick trip home, and, this being my fifth trip to Bolivia, they joyfully sent me off with a "See you in two weeks!" and peace of mind. I went back to camp to finish packing and prayed with Ellen Warneke about letting God use me however He wanted to while I was in Bolivia. I had no idea what awaited me.
Once in Bolivia with a team of 21 from Arrowhead Bible Camp, we spent a week doing construction at an orphanage and speaking in churches. On Saturday night, God began putting into action what He had planned all along. Bev Smith, the missionary hosting us, mentioned that Santa Cruz Christian Learning Center (SCCLC) needed two more teachers for the upcoming school year which began in twelve days. I jokingly mentioned that I had no job and should apply, and we continued eating.
When I woke up Sunday morning, the idea of teaching was heavy on my heart. I kept thinking throughout the day that I had no concrete plans back home and that there was no reason why God couldn't use me in Bolivia. That night, I began to ask people to pray for me. I also called the director of the school and set up a meeting for the next day. After going to the school, I was as lost as ever about what I should do. Cody Kargus, Ellen, and Heather all helped me think through my decision, but all of them told me to follow God's leading.
|My school with the discipleship staff|