Moving to Scotland was not a part of our plans though I strongly desired to get involved in international missions. We attend West Ridge Church in Dallas, GA, and there’s a lot of work in missions there-- from Central America to Africa.
Selfishly, I often pitch that I am allergic to heat. It really can send me into irritability mode within seconds. It’s a huge mercy the Lord never called me to any of these places though I know He would have equipped me if He did. Yet it was always frustrating because I wanted to go and be a part of serving God’s kingdom outside the U.S.
One day, I joked to my husband, “Why can’t we go do missions somewhere like Scotland?” We talked briefly about it, concluding that there was probably little that a country like Scotland needs.
Within a month, our pastor announced that West Ridge would begin mission trips to Scotland.
I pivoted between excitement and disbelief. I knew I had to go. However, when the time came around to sign up for the first mission trip, it was already full. I was disappointed, but I resigned myself that maybe I wasn’t hearing the Lord’s call correctly. I did enter my name on the waitlist though. A few days or maybe weeks later, I received a call from one of our lead pastors, Paul Richardson. He said someone had dropped out of the trip, and they thought I would be a good fit for the team.
And that’s where this account began. In September 2018, I went on my first mission trip to Scotland.