Help send me to Zambia

So this journey started two summers ago. As some of you may already know that is when I went to Uganda on a missions trip. That trip is where I truely met Jesus and where God revealed a passion for foreign missions. Since that trip I have been praying that God would allow me to go back to Africa and do clinical work there. I pursued many avenues, attempting to go back this past summer, however nothing ever worked out. Rather than returning to Africa, this past summer I had the pleasure of working at a summer camp in a kitchen and, boy, was that outside my comfort zone.  One Wednesday I was having a particularly horrible day, which resulted in my friend kicking me out of the kitchen and sending me to go do my quiet time. During that time, I got to watch a huge thunderstorm roll through the camp from the solitude of my boss' porch. And while the thunder roared, so did I. I began pelting God with questions like, "Do you even hear me when I talk to you?", "Why am I here?" and "Is foreign missions in Africa not what you have planned for me?!". In that moment something inside me told me to be honest with God in prayer. So I sat there and screamed towards heaven “God I can be so stupid and so forgetful. Show me you are still faithful to me. Show me you haven’t left me.”.  So I waited, and nothing happened. Upset, I walked back to work and as I was working one of other workers started making small talk with me. I am used to getting strange reactions when I tell them my major and my future goals, as it's not common for someone to desire to move to and work in a poverty stricken country after they graduate. However, her response was even more unusual than normal. She froze for a second, then carefully said “I’m going to go pray for a few minutes, I’ll be right back.”. When she came back she shocked me and said “one of my friends runs a clinic in Zambia, and God is telling me that you should go.”. Needless to say I walked out of the kitchen that night feeling pretty foolish, to have challenged the God of the universe, to only have him smack me across the face with his faithfulness.

And, well, it is officially happening and tickets have been bought. I will be there for 24 days, and will be working in a clinic run by an organization called Gospelink. I am so excited to see what God has in store for this trip and to see his hand in it. However, I cannot do this alone, I will need lots and lots of prayer and some assistance financially. So if you'd like to help a sister out, please keep me in your prayers and also prayerfully consider helping me financially as I embark on this journey of following God's plans. 

Blessings!