My entire life has been defined by a divine calling. But not my own.
When I was seven years old, my family attended a weeklong retreat at a Southern Baptist conference center in New Mexico. The theme of the week was foreign missions. My dad had just passed the twenty-year mark of a military career and found himself at a crossroads. Something or someone that week tugged at his heart, in the silent yet vaguely compelling way that many understand as God’s voice. A year later, our family arrived in Kenya, where my parents worked as evangelical missionaries for the rest of my childhood.
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