My name is Sarah Mattson and a little village in Kenya, Africa called Salama, stole my heart away forever. This blog will document my journey of faith as I obey the command that God has placed upon my heart to go into all the world. Little did I know, 3 years ago He would call me to Salama, Kenya. Such a far journey from Knoxville, Tennessee and yet the most life changing place I have ever been to.
My heart skipped a beat when I was told 3 years ago that my home church was going to be taking a group of youth to Africa. It was the sole desire of my heart to go on mission to Kenya. The Lord has given me many opportunities to travel around the world, but I never dreamed that God would allow me to go as far as Kenya Africa.
My whole life has revolved around missions. My father was a missionary with the North American Mission board for 4 years before he passed away in April of 2012 of colon cancer. My mom and dad were both so supportive of my hopes and dreams of missions. They encouraged me more than anyone else to follow where I believed that God was calling me to go. At the age of 12 I went to a missions conference at my home church. It was here that I first felt the call of God into missions! I was so terrified of what this may bring for me in my life, but also very excited to see where God would take me. My parents let me go on my first in state missions trip when I was in 8th grade. I went to Ocean City, MD and my life was changed. I realized on this trip how much of an urgency there is for the gospel of Christ to be proclaimed to all nations. A year later, I was able to take a trip to Mexico. I fell in love with missions. All kinds of missions. I wanted to go anywhere and I was willing to go everywhere God told me to. After a few trips to the Dominican Republic, I knew I was ready to go somewhere further away. I thought that God was calling me to Thailand or even Brazil but I felt such a strong peace in my heart when my youth pastor, Chad told us all to start praying about going to Africa.
6 months before the trip, our team of 12 youth spent every Thursday night praying and seeking God fervently about what he was trying to do in our lives. We were continually digging in the word of God, reading Acts and seeing how important it is for us as believers to be in fellowship with other believers and how important prayer was. I remember as a group, asking God to teach us how to pray. Teach us how to be men and women who shine your light in a darkened place. It wasn't easy. God revealed sin in our lives and He was sanding us down and molding our broken lives and hearts to be centered in him.
The prayer of my heart, for as long as I can remember, is that God would be glorified in my life. Whether by life or death, sickness or health, wealth or poverty, I want God to be my center. I want him to be everything I need. For my first trip to Kenya, the main thing I asked God to do in my own life, was that I would learn to trust Him with every little detail of my life.
I am a worrier. I am anxious about everything and God simply tells us to come to him and lay our burdens at his feet, and he will give us rest. I didn't fully comprehend or believe this at all. I learned to be real careful what you ask God for, because when we touched down in Nairobi Kenya, we soon learned that my luggage, along with 5 others in my group, had been lost. Worst moment ever. I finally arrive in this foreign land, and I find out that all of my belongings are missing. I was 'uncomfortable'. Through out the two weeks that we were in Kenya, I wore and re-wore the three outfits that were in my backpack. I shared toothpaste, deodorant and went without my personal bible for two weeks. In Africa. I was devastated that my bible would potentially never be seen again. Day after day, I watched as everyone else's luggage arrived safely in Salama, and mine was still yet to be found. I prayed desperately to God, asking that his will would be done in my life during this time. But in my heart of hearts, I still did not believe that God was able to bring my bags back. I struggled with this so much. Finally, the day before we were supposed to leave for Knoxville, I released everything to God. All of my worries, my fears, my doubts, and mostly I told God that everything I had was his anyways, so he could do whatever he wanted with 'his' stuff. Not even ten minutes after I had been weeping and crying out to God, placing the entire situation into his hands, Chad comes into the room I was in and told me that the airlines had called and said that my bags were found- in London. Praise the Lord right?!! I was ecstatic and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that God had allowed this trial in my life to teach me the very thing I had asked him for all along. To trust him. I still have moments today, where I am like the Israelites and I totally forget all these little things God has done for me, but thankfully, his grace is so abundant that it covers over all of my stupidity and anxiousness.
This blog will be a testimony of how God can use something meaningless and make it into something beautiful. How his grace covers a multitude of sin, and how my life was forever changed by Africa. I am so excited to finally get to share all of my thoughts and some of my journey. Please feel free to share this with anyone who may be blessed by it.
Sarah