Over the past years I've known of, to me, an abnormally high amount of young people leaving the comforts of everything they knew in their Camarillo bubble to do a Discipleship Training School (DTS) with the international, interdenominational, Christian organization Youth With A Mission (YWAM). I always thought to myself, "What a great opportunity for them! But that's not for me. At least not right now." You see, I had a plan. Two years of community college and then transfer to a university to study... what? I don't know. Something.
During my second year at Ventura College, however, the Lord started to reveal His plan for me. Having decided I would major in food science and nutrition, I applied to transfer to two universities: California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo and University of Hawai'i, Manoa. But at that same time the Lord planted the idea of YWAM into my mind. I researched more about it, looked into some bases in Hawai'i and some other sunny settings, but I did nothing about it. I told myself that if Cal Poly and UHM didn't accept me that God wanted me to do a DTS, and I would obediently go. I had a trick up my sleeve, though--I did well in school and I was sure that I would get in to at least one, if not both, schools.
Over the months of waiting to hear about acceptance, God was growing my desire for missions. Perhaps I could use my nutrition knowledge to spread the love of God. I resolved to seriously look into doing a DTS after graduating. To me, there was no point in doing it anytime before. I couldn't imagine myself as a college dropout. And what could I do without a college degree? My pride kept me from clearly hearing God's call.
I was first accepted into Cal Poly in early February. Ecstatic, I anxiously waited to hear from Hawai'i. In the meantime, I weighed the pros and cons of each school. It soon became late March and I still had no word. The following week I was going on a weeklong trip with the high schoolers (as I'm a leader) to YWAM Las Vegas to take part in Mission Adventures, and for whatever reason, I felt like I needed to accept Cal Poly's offer without hearing from UHM. (Later, I realized I did this in my last subconscious effort to ignore God's calling for my life!)
Evangelizing on the Strip in Las Vegas |
I went home knowing I would have to humble myself even more. I told Cal Poly I wouldn't be attending their university in the fall. The week after my return, I received my acceptance letter from UHM. That was God's little way of laughing at me, saying, "Ha! I've got you now!" And I just laughed along in agreement.
Holmsted Manor, England |