I was comfortable in Iowa. I was comfortable taking a hot shower in the morning followed by a cup of coffee and two over-easy organic eggs. Driving 10 miles to work in my 2015 Chevy Cruz to an air-conditioned office was something I was used to, it felt normal. I looked forward to the weekend when I could tailgate with friends on Saturday and worship at church on Sunday, all while following the latest celebrity drama on Snapchat.
As I prepared to be on the mission field, many people asked me if I was afraid, if I thought serving in Ghana was dangerous. It made sense for me to be afraid. I was moving to a developing country where deadly disease is everywhere, people worship idols, the government is corrupt, and children are often abused, neglected, and malnourished. I should have been afraid of these things, but I felt peace with the vulnerable uncertainty. Truth be told, I felt more fear staying where I was in Iowa than I did moving to the least developed continent in the world.
Was I comfortable in Iowa? Yes, but deep down I was afraid. I was afraid that I wasn’t modeling my life off my Savior. I was afraid that I was not living out the will of God and I wondered, if I don’t serve the vulnerable, who will?
My heart was somewhere else, I was being sent. I needed to return to Ghana with a pure heart and the strength I had. To love people, that’s why I’m here.