It was the beginning of freshman year in college when I lost my connection with God. This relationship that took more than half of my life to build, disintegrated within a couple of months. I could not understand why something so righteous could fall so easily. Once my faith started to weaken, questions started to accumulate. I began doubting His creation, His will, and even His power; but the most shameful thought that came across my mind was questioning His love for me. Over and over again, God speaks of His sovereign love for His people. It is shown through His scripture, and it reflects through His children. Even His voice is engraved within His creation, but because I was so caught up with my worldly views and recycled temptations, I could not witness His presence. I became spiritually dead, and I began to fear for the path that I was starting to follow. I became desperate and scared, so I started to pray. I wasn't aware of how powerful the Holy Spirit was until that day when I was so broken, kneeling before Him. At that point, there was no way I could doubt His existence. That was when I felt God's calling to go to Cambodia. I knew I wasn't the only person who was struggling with my faith. There are so many of His children lost, and so many who have yet to witness His love, but nobody to awaken them. If I hold the knowledge of God's presence and can hold His words in my hands, I want to share them with people who are willing to open their ears and listen to the words He desperately wants them to hear. I look forward to the day of Revelations when we will join together to glorify
God's name in one voice. So I ask, why not start now?