I Took One Step, God Multiplied it to 9,000 Miles

13 Jul

Blog post by Sarah O., Team India 2012

Sometimes I feel like I don’t really have a Story. Like, with a capital “S”. I just have a story, with a little “s”. I’ve had no great adversity, no real struggle, no dramatic motivating factors. I was never really outgoing, never really smartest or fastest or best at anything in particular. I was just a quiet child, younger of two, with an ordinary upbringing and four loving parents (divorce can sometimes be a blessing). When I was about twelve, I decided that was all there was to me: just sort of an indoor girl who didn’t like confrontation. It wasn’t until I was maybe around 17 that I finally decided that if I was going to sit around and wait for an external factor to make my life meaningful, I was going to be waiting forever. My life is what it is, and I have plenty to be grateful and proud of. How many punch lines my story had was ultimately irrelevant—it wasn’t about what I brought to the table, but what God was going to do with it.

Everything I have in my heart for orphans comes from God. I’ve never been truly abandoned, never been truly hungry, never been truly alone, and I cannot fathom what that must feel like. My life has been blessed. I don’t see any possible way for me to ever be content with what I have when I know someone somewhere has appallingly less and I can do something about it. My desire is to bring some good into the world, to put more in than I take out of it. How can anyone not want to pick up another human being who’s fallen down?

Every human being deserves a normal childhood where they don’t have a care in the world, and I want to be a part of an organization like World Orphans that helps to alleviate some of their hardships, provide for them their basic needs, and let them have back a few precious moments of carefree childhood. Children are the future. Maybe there is literally nothing that can ever be done to change the hearts of the greedy, the perverse, the corrupted, the selfish, the angry, the brutal, the ignorant. But what we can do – what everyone can do – is help to raise a new generation that cares, sympathizes, helps, heals, creates, and selflessly loves.

Why the orphan? Because someday the orphan will be the adult. Someday the orphan will be building the future. Someday, every child that is taken care of now will hopefully in turn take care of another. Every child has the ability to put some good into the world, if they are given the chance to reach their future.

Sometimes I don’t feel like I know what it is that I’m supposed to be doing. I want to help – how? God has lit up only one baby step at a time. The first step on my path: an ad for RightNow, a program that matches missionaries to mission groups. I signed up, and eight months later, I’m going to India. As fearful as I am of the world, of my future, of travel, and of curry, God has never let me stay in my comfort zone. A part of me will always want to stay indoors, find a good book, and relax my life away, never do anything meaningful, and that is exactly why I can not. I took one tiny step and God multiplied it to almost 9,000 miles. This has all been a good lesson about trying to tell God what is and is not impossible.

This trip means the world to me and I am too excited for words. I can’t believe I’m getting the chance to help other human beings, that I am being let into their world, that I may have the opportunity to improve someone’s life. It hit me today when I received my rolling duffel on my front doorstep, shipped by World Orphans, with my name on it. I’m actually going to India, and I am doing some good for the world. This, I hope, will be the first step of many, the first trip of many, and it’s truly all I’ve ever wanted.

Sarah resides in Texas and will be serving with Journey117 this month on Team India. 


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