Matthew 9:36 But when he saw the multitudes, he was moved with compassion on them, because they fainted, and were scattered abroad, as sheep having no shepherd.
I grew up in a generation of missionaries. My grandfather as a missionary to Africa, who then moved to Spain, and my father started a church in Spain, where I grew up. I was raised in church and knowing that everyone had put their faith in Jesus Christ to be saved. It wasn’t until I was 6 years old when my older brother told me that in order to to to Heaven, I needed to be saved. He was also kind enough to tell me the consequence if I died without accepting the gift of salvation. In fear I ran to my mother in the kitchen on the verge of tears because I did not want to go to Hell but wanted to go to Heaven with my brother. My mother then sat me down on the kitchen counter and led me to the Lord in prayer where I accepted Christ as my Savior. After a period of discipleship and growth I was baptist a couple years later at the church my dad started.
We moved back to the USA when I was 16 And the Lord began working on my heart to preach. During a Youth conference He burdened my heart for teenagers as I saw the desperate need of God in their lives. It wasn’t until a mission trip to Iceland where God confirmed in my heart the call to preach. I finished high school and when to Bible college for pastoral studies. In my Junior year God again spoke to my heart and after a week of struggling, I surrendered to the call of Missions. Two years passed. I graduated and was married but still did not have clarity on where God wanted us to
go. The church I was working at hosted a missions conference and through Dr. Wells, God confirmed in my heart that the people of Spain needed the Gospel.
