God's Call

I am seventeen. Since I was little, I thought I was going to Africa. What I was going to do there, I wasn't sure. What I was always sure of was that God was calling me there. Recently, maybe a year and a half ago, maybe two years, I started questioning if He still wanted me in Africa. I started praying, A LOT. Like, more than I already was. My brain injury completely healed approximately a year ago, and I was still asking. Then I heard that still small voice. More like, I became interested in the Africa Mercy. I became sure He wanted me there, but I couldn't see it. I spoke up tonight, and we figured out that it's possible. I can see it now. Sometimes God tells us what He wants, and we have to choose to follow him, no matter if we see it or not. I have, in less than 24 hours, become certain of what I am doing. I am going to get a teaching degree. I am going to follow Him. I am going to live on the Africa Mercy. Two minute showers and all.