When I was 9 years old we had summer Sunday school which was focused on the work of Mission Aviation Fellowship (MAF). MAF flies to some of the most isolated and remote places on earth to support indigenous churches, create access to medical care, provide disaster relief, and make community development projects possible. It was during that summer in 1993 that I felt God speak to me about living overseas and giving me a heart for Africa. At that point I thought that I was going to be a MAF pilot to boot. I joined What4, MAFs youth initiative and got the t-shirt (which I still wear!)
It was 19 years later that I finally moved to Africa to live out that dream and another four before I would take my first MAF flight. I may not have been the pilot but it was still a wonderful to reminded of God’s faithfulness and that following HIs path is the best adventure.
My MAF flight was taking me part of my journey to Kenya, for a Speech Therapy conference, which you can read about in my blog “The perfect victim is a silent victim”