Of Proposing...

This is a story of how I died.....
Just kidding! I have been watching Tangled too  much!
But anyway, this is actually a story of how I was called to Germany. Just a warning, this story does contain some violence, graphic language, and intense action scenes so children under the age of twenty and adults over the age of twenty-five should take caution when reading or perhaps choose not to read at all. At the risk of heart attack, stroke, cardiac arrest or broken bones, it is suggested that all people allergic to fish, peanuts, or buffalo meat should avoid eating this blog altogether. It's just a bad idea....
So...The story.
Well, it all started LAST week on Wednesday when the outreach locations were announced. I had been hearing from the staff the whole week before about how, when the outreach locations were announced, they immediately saw the one they were supposed to go to and didn't hear any of the other locations. So I was stoked (A.K.A. excited).
But, when they announced the locations, I didn't see, hear, or notice anything in particular about the locations. They all seemed pretty average mission locations: Peru, Japan, India, Russia, Germany, and Australia. Nothing extremely exotic in my opinion.
So anyway, on Thursday, I was praying about outreach on top of a hill. (Note: I was praying on top of a hill, I was not praying about an outreach on top of a hill...Sorry for the confusion...) And I wasn't getting anything at all. SO I was waiting....And waiting...And waiting....And after about 30 seconds, I got bored. (Typical teenager attention span.) SO I took out my handy rubix cube and started solving it. Like a champ. But as soon as I finished the last square, I saw the word India in my mind. That was it. I was like, Ok, I guess I'll go to India. I was going to keep praying about it, but I realized that I was late for lectures so I had to run and I didn't get a chance to really pray about it for the rest of the day. I resolved to pray about it the next day. After all, I DID have five days, I could take my time..
So the next day, I woke up with a sore throat. It was super sore, but another guy had a sore throat too so I assumed it was just a bug. Over the course of the day, my throat went from rough and scratchy to painful and squeaky. Everyone who I talked to told me not to talk. By the end of the day, I was mute.
All weekend long, my head was in horrible pain, my stomach was a mess, and my throat hurt like...something that hurts alot. I was really worried because I needed to hear from God and I couldn't even hear my own thoughts, let alone a small, still voice. And the more I thought about India and looked at the outreach, the more unappealing it appeared. I literally thought, Why on earth would I want to go to India? But, I reminded myself, I didn't want to go to India, God did. The more I thought about the outreaches, the better Germany was sounding. ( I actually have no idea WHY it sounded good to me seeing as how I have never worked with prostitutes or done street ministry. Regardless, I wanted to go.
Sunday night, I was really thinking about how much I wanted to go to Germany and I was like No, no, God wants me to go to India, its just me who wants to go to India. I told myself that most of the night, but then I got this picture in my head. It was a picture of a guy proposing to a girl. And I was the girl. And in the picture thing, I REALLY wanted the ring, and then I looked at the ring and it was Germany!! And then I "heard" God say, "Why WOULDN'T I give you what you want?"
Anyway, it was really cool and I just wanted to share with you guys my story of how I was called to Germany.  I know how much you guys have been praying that I would hear God's voice and I appreciate it ALOT!!
Anyway,
that's all for now.
G'day mates!!
~Bree