I was at dinner with a friend last week. I felt like a struck gold when I found this authentic spanish resturant in Walnut Creek, CA. A perfect meeting place for me and my friend, not to mention Spanish food umm yes please!
This place did not disappoint at all. It was cool but not stuffy, airy but cozy and the food was everything you want Spanish food to be. Flavorful, rich, and comforting. As we caught up, something happened. I wonder if this has ever happened to you. I was sharing my feeling about going to Spain for one year. I am fully funded and preparing to go now. As I shared, I heard the words come out of my mouth and they were a surprise me:
"I am going not only for my dream to work with women rescued from trafficking but for every women who has the same calling but can't go."
I stopped talking because we both were beginning to tear up. My mind quickly went through the handful of people who were supporting me financially with the specific pull because they themselves are called where they are. The reasons maybe they have little babies, maybe it was the dream of the adult daughter who has passed early, maybe it's the young married couple that are still figuring out what life will look like for them.
In that moment I was overwhelmed with gratitude that I was being sent. I think about Isaiah who calls back to The Lord "here I am send me!" because God is looking for those he can send. I didn't choose to go, rather God has been and is sending me.
My name is Marissa Deraya; Global Worker with Project Rescue serving women and children of Spain.
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