Some background:
Back in March of 2007 I spent 2 weeks in Colombia on a mission trip. It was an experience that I will never forget, and I couldn't wait to go back. Unfortunately, I never have returned, but since that first mission trip the idea of a longer term mission trip really interested me. I had also always hoped that I would have a chance to visit my Uncle Fred and Aunt Arlene in Ecuador someday. I never dreamed that I would actually have the chance to stay with them for 5 1/2 months!
Well, I think it was November of 2012 that my friend Andrea told me that her parents were planning a mission trip to Ecuador for a group from their church in Wyoming, ON. I was quite excited when they welcomed me to join them. I was actually going to be able to visit Ecuador and help out with needs there!
Before we left I was talking with my pastor and the topic of missions came up. He challenged me to go on the trip with an open mind, and to ask myself while I was there, if I could live in another country for some length of time, and if I felt God calling me to do so. Well, the trip was 10 days of fun and new experiences. I think one of my favorite parts, the one thing I'll forever remember, was the final Sunday we spent there. Usually the church in Quito has prayer meeting on Sunday evenings, but because we were there, they joined us at the Seminary where we were staying. We spent some time sharing testimonies and singing together. As we were singing a final song it hit me how here we were, God's people, from different countries and singing in different languages, yet praising the same God! I remember thinking, 'maybe this is a little taste of what heaven will be like, when all God's people from every tongue and nation join together in praise to Him!'
However I came home saying 'I could never live there for any length of time'. The thought of missions was still on my mind, but I had decided that spending more than 2 weeks in Ecuador was not for me! At that time I was living on my own, but had one girl renting from me. Looking at things financially it was a long shot to even be able to go for a month, much less the year I was hoping to spend in another country. Chances were if I was to make a decision to go then, I would have to sell my house. The thought did cross my mind, it wasn't a bad idea, but it would mean a lot of work!
5 weeks after I returned Ecuador and the people I met there were still on my mind. From being on a missions trip before, I knew that it would take some time for the feelings and memories to fade to the point where I was not thinking about it every day. By April, just 2 months after we came back, I had not 1 but 2 more people wanting to rent a room in my house, and Ecuador was still on my mind. At this point I really felt God was calling me to go. 3 renters meant the financial worries were pretty much taken care of and so I decided to look into things a little more. A few email back and forth with my Uncle Fred and Aunt Arlene confirmed that I would be welcome to come, and that there would be things I could do and places where I could help out. Through email and Skype, details were sorted out, and paperwork was being filled in. I actually applied for a 2 year Ecuadorian visa, just to see what would happen. When you apply for a visa you are asking to stay for a certain length of time, the maximum being two years after which time you would need to reapply. However when processing the request the embassy can issue a visa for whatever length of time they wish, meaning I could apply for a two year visa, but they could give me a visa for only 6 months if they wish, or deny the application altogether! Thankfully after a relatively short wait of two and a half hours they granted me the 2 year visa. Walking out of the Ecuadorian embassy in Toronto with a visa in hand it suddenly all felt real! This was about 2 weeks before I had hoped to leave and now there was so much to do. Plane tickets were booked, and packing began. Actually I was so focused on what needed to be done before I left, that I didn't take the time to sit down and think through how this was really going to affect me. I'm a list writer, and there was constant lists. Lists of things to do (cancel car insurance, talk to the bank, put phone on hold) lists of things to pack, lists of people to visit one last time, and on it went. I also prefer to be busy doing things than to sit down and think, but in hindsight I really wish I would have spent more time preparing mentally. Regretfully I didn't spend as much time saying goodbye to people as I should have, I was just too excited to leave and I didn't really realize how much I would actually miss my people! I had never been homesick before, but then I also had never been away from home for more than two weeks. However as the day to leave came closer, time passed more quickly and before I knew it I was in Toronto, saying goodbye to my parents and stepping on a plane, ready to fly 4840 km away and begin life in Quito, Ecuador.