When I was a teenager during a revival I went before the church telling them God is calling me to the mission field. At the time I had no clue what this looked like. Life happened, I got married and had two wonderful girls. Then it happened. I got the opportunity to go to Honduras in 1998 after Hurricane Mitch. This stirred my heart and I was broken. Many trips to there and other countries led me to Guatemala. After being in the country for less than a day I felt God telling me that I was at home. This is where He wanted me 35 some years ago.