As I type this post, I'm flying somewhere over the atlantic, already desperately missing Spain. I simply cannot believe that an entire month has come and gone. People here often ask me if Spain is as I expected, and I always respond the same way; I had very few expectations coming into this trip. I did, however, expect to be challenged, and I was. I expected to improve my Spanish, and I did. I expected to like Spain, and I love it. I didn't expect to be so well loved. I didn't expect to make the life-long friendships that I now enjoy. I didn't expect to want to return as soon as possibe. And I didn't expect to return home speaking Spanish with a Spanish accent!
Four years ago, this summer, I went on a mission trip to Juarez, Mexico and I fell in love. I was head over heels for the country, its people, and its language. It was through my experience in Juarez that God awakened in me a passion for reaching the Hispanic community in America through teaching English. Now, four years later, I am as certain of my calling as I was at sixteen. God has provided me with experiences and opportunities that have strengthened my passion and intensified the poingency of the call. With every step I take that leads me closer toward Teaching English as a Second Language, I am reaffirmed that I am exactly where God wants me to be.
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