When I left for the Dominican Republic two years ago, I felt akin to Abraham - called and directed by God, but not knowing where I was headed. Of course, I knew the physical place, but in terms of time and the big picture, I went out, not knowing where I was going.
Funny now, but I think I truly believed that my Daddy God, Papá Dios, was going to present me with a clear, laid out road map for the years ahead. In one version I imagined, I was going to meet a young doctor from one of our visiting teams who had a heart for missions. We would correspond long distance, fall in love, and through whatever series of events eventually find ourselves back in Jimaní as house parents in one of the newly established group homes.Ha.
