30.11.12

Grass Is Always Greener

Lesotho 
I had an unrealistic expectation at the beginning of this trip that I would be able to read the bible straight through on this trip. At first I was really struggling to get through the rough parts. Let's be real, Leviticus... We should all get a gold star for finishing that book. I prayed constantly about God really revealing what He wanted me to get out of each book and amazingly I finished in less than six months. And even though it is difficult in parts, He has truly spoken to my heart. I was sitting on my chair in Lesotho staring at the animals, the land and the people who were suffering in this country. It was breaking my heart and that's when I found Joel. God answered my prayers and my eyes were opened to what the Word of God was telling me. 

Joel 1:4, 10, &18- "What the cutting locust left, the swarming locust has eaten. What the swarming locust has left, the hopping locust has eaten, and what the hopping locust left, the destroying locust has eaten... The fields are destroyed, the ground mourns, because the grain is destroyed, the wine dries up, the oil languishes... How the beasts groan! The beards of cattle wander aimlessly because there is no pasture for them; even the flocks of sheep suffer."


When I look out at Lesotho, I see a barren and dry land that has been eaten away by more than just locusts. I sit next to groaning sheep in my village, Ha Pitsi, who are stuck in a cramped pen because there is nowhere to go. They have no 'land of plenty' to roam and the cattle wander around our village eating the little crops the people have because there is no land to graze on. Erosion has taken over the land of Lesotho. Dongas plague the land, but when you look over the barbed wire fence into South Africa there is no erosion. The grass is truly greener on the other side. The people have no hope for change either. Their faith in themselves, in a better future, and in God is diminished. But God reminds us in Joel 2, that there is always hope found in God. 


Joel 2: 21-26-"Fear not, O land; be glad and rejoice, for the Lord has done great things! Fear not, you beasts of the field, for the pastures of the wilderness are green; the tree bears its fruit; the fig tree and vine give their full yield. Be glad, O children of Zion, and rejoice in the Lord your God, for he has given the early rain for your vindication; he has poured down for you abundant rain, the early and the latter rain, as before. The threshing floors shall be full of grain; the vats shall overflow with wine and oil. I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer; and the cutter; my great army, which I sent among you. You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame."


Rejoice because we believe in a God more powerful than poverty, than erosion, than hopelessness, than hunger. We believe in a God than conquers all; so be glad. He fills our floors with grain, but he also fills our hearts with hope and love. He not only restores the years that have been lost to locusts, he restores our hearts and makes them new in Him. Our hunger will not only be satisfied, but our souls will be satisfied. When I look at Lesotho I am not disheartened, God will restore the fortunes that Africa has and gather them together for His sake. He has blessed Africa beyond measure, the mountains of Lesotho will once again "drip with wine, the hills will flow with milk, and the brooks with water." God took special care and attention when he created and formed Africa and Lesotho they will soon realize that. Many are quick to say, "We are poor," "We don't want to live here," "Buy me a plane ticket to America, so I can live with you." Never are they looking at how blessed and what wonderful people they are. 


Growing Nations is the organization we work with in Lesotho and it is amazing to see them wanting to feed Africa. Africa is hungry. Hungry for not only food, but for a savior. A savior who will rescue them from the hole they seem to be stuck in. Growing Nations is teaching them the agricultural techniques to feed themselves and also teaching them of a Savior who can feed their souls. They are trying to break the yoke of poverty, by equipping them with what they already have. It goes along wonderfully with what Experience Mission is also trying to do, not come in as the 'Great White Hope,' but have these people change their own situation. The coordinator of Growing Nations, August Basson told me that it is like the old saying, "Give a man a fish and feed him for a day, teach a man to fish and feed him for a lifetime. But teach a man to think and change his life." Growing Nations is working with the Basotho people to think with a Christ like mindset. They are equipping Lesotho with the biblical, management and technology keys in order to change their lives. They are teaching them to farm and be proud to be a Basotho.


15.8.12

Live Your Mission

I haven't written on my blog because of the craziness of all we have done, I apologize for the lack of communication, but here we go... :)
Week Number Two. Have I really been in Africa for two weeks already? It seems like so little time, but so much at the same time. I have learned and experienced so much in such a short period, but the fact that I can say I am in Africa is still mind-boggling. Main point: Live Your Mission. Live the way you want to appear in everyday of every moment. Show God through your actions and people will notice you are different, you don't have to preach to them every second of every day. If you portray Jesus in everyday, people will ask why we are here, serving Africa.

I am currently in Vredenal, South Africa. Everyday we are working on local farms and helping in any way we can. We have pruned vineyards, dug out sweet potatoes, oiled sweet potatoes, packed sweet potatoes, fixed irrigation pipes, and so much more. Some of you may be thinking that isn't much, it isn't substantial. We haven't built a ten houses, brought 20 people to the Lord or fed the starving. Don't get me wrong... When we go and play with the children in the squatter camps, the urge to give them a piece of bread or take them home with me in my pack is overwhelming. I wish I could 'save' everyone of them. What I can tell you: I have met some of the most amazing people and they have touched me in ways I can't even express. We have built relationships that are stronger than most bonds I have ever encountered. We are here for mutual influence. To touch people's lives and have them touch us in return. We were talking today that it is hard to only plant a seed in these people's lives, that we won't always see this substantial outcome. We are constantly asking God to use us in any way that he wants, but we aren't always living it through. That it is hard to not have our own agenda and not have a list of things we want to accomplish. We are simply here for God to use us in His Kingdom. That in the end, He is using us for a much bigger plan. For me personally, that is one of the hardest parts of missions, to see so much emotion, heart, effort and love put into things and not see a vital outcome. It is also a wonderful part of mission: letting God take full control.

Another thing we have really seen and struggled with on this trip: Injustice. Experience Mission talked a lot about this during our training. That we would see injustice and wrestle with it everyday. As we go to the squatter camps (sort of like slums), we have seen it over and over. Why these people live so poorly and in such terrible conditions, they can't even afford a few pairs of clothes, but I can go back to the United States in my car to a cool air conditioned house and watch my flat screen television with cable... Why does God let this happen? If I had an answer, I would share it. But one thing I can say, is the people we have met are some of the strongest and most courageous people in the world. The children run around the squatter camps without shoes, but always with a smile. They are so joyous and full of love. I can't say that for many Americans, we wouldn't still have a smile on our face if our home was suddenly turned into a cardboard box. But everyday we see these people who have so little, but also complain little, if any.

I know I didn't talk about too much we have done here, but it was good to share where my heart is and what my struggles are. I hope that this will help you with what to pray about and it gives you a little glimpse at this wonderful and blessed continent of Africa, that is also broken. Thank you so much for your continued support and love. I will keep you updated as often as I can!

God Bless

21.7.12

Day in the Life

Today I just wants to touch on my experiences with a Menonite church and their pastor, Daniel. We went on this intense rock climb to the top of this Mesa. On the top was a prayer pile, a pile of rocks that is to bear families burdens. You carry your burden (the size depends on the weight of the burden) up the Mesa and lay it on the pile. Then you are lifted of your burden. Daniel told me also about the prayer leaves that were in the cracks of the rock. They are from a certain plant that is around the area, the plant is used to empathize with the burdens on the pile. He also said that if you use a different plant, you are mocking the prayers and their burdens. I picked a prayer leaf, put it by the smallest rock (every burden, no matter the size is still a burden). Then you reach out your hands (sort of cupping them) and pull them towards your lips and back out. Repeating that 4 times. Although I am a Christian, I think this is a wondrous thing.  It is going through life with this burden on your shoulders and finally, one day, giving it all to God. Saying, "God, I have carried my burden around for so long.  I'm tired, I want to give it to you.  You died on the cross to carry my burdens for me and heal me. I give them all to you." If I had carried my burden up that Mesa I would have laid it on the pile. Daniel has just touched my life so much, learning that no matter our background, we can always find God in everything we do and no matter where we are or what we are surrounded by. Now I know why God chose me to be in this group (our big group was split up into two groups, one in one town and another being nomads for a week).  He wanted to let me know that even in the midst of sin and Satan, we is always with us. I have always had a hard time finding God and seeing him in my everyday life, but now I know that I can find him in the smallest of ways. After getting split from our group and a good fall,we get down the mountain and see even more amazing things. Carvings from Spaniards thousands of years ago, that were seen by Daniel's great great grandfathers, also a rock with old Navajo carvings and a rock that was struck by lightening. God is great. Am I right?? He keeps these historical markings around to show us His glory and his majesty. After we got back to the two group members at the car, we headed to the tent revival in Arizona, about 3 or 4 hours away. We set up our tents and got ready for the revival. Although I couldn't follow most of the service (due to it being in Navajo), I people watched. My dad loves loves loves to people watch, I always make fun of him for staring at people. But today I think I would have made my dad proud. I sat and watched how much these people opened their lives and lay raw for God. It didn't matter if they sang off key or jumped around in their testimony and no one had any clue what they were saying up on the stage.  They weren't taking to men, they were talking to God. There was no pride, there was only a humble servant bowing before Christ. It shows you how much Americans have to learn, we are all set on helping the impoverished Navajo people. When we are the ones that are poor, poor in spirit. I want to be rich in Christ and learn now to surrender everything to Christ. I am not here to judge, direct and correct, that only leads to forced change and resistance. I am here as a humble servant of Christ, here to love and accept, listen and learn, and to serve and partner. Doing those things leads to respect, trust and dignity with a final mutual influence. This is the only way that my trip will be truly successful. Longest entry so far, hopefully my life is now starting to mold into what Christ wants for me. 

14.7.12

Wow. All I have to say... Wow.

I have never felt so blessed and loved by God in my entire life. I don't know how to explain what this trip has already done for me and my relationship with God. A week in and I feel like God has already changed my life more than He has in years. I have met someof the greatest people I ever have and will never forget the people that have changed my life. I may not see some of them ever again, but they have touched my life and I have seen the power of God work through each of thir lives in wondrous ways. On this trip I have really been praying for fire in my life. I want to feel the fire of Christ In my life like so many people in poverty do. They have a need for God that Americans will never know. They need God to survive in a way that is uncomprehendable, they have needs that aren always met host Americans take advantage of. So this is the start of a journey to learn and built relationships with people that are so different from me, but have so much to reach me. I hope you enjoy reading it and experiencing it with me.

9.7.12

Day Número UNO

I never thought that the 7th of July would ever get here. But here it is nonetheless. I can't believe I am sitting on an airplane starting the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. As I sit next to a soundly sleeping and snoring passenger, I can't help but to smile. I am completely slap happy. I have now left, the stress, the sadness, the terrifying feeling  and I am welcoming whatever comes my way. If I forgot anything, it's too late now. I am branching my little wings and flying. Saying goodbye to my family and friends was hard, but what's coming next will make it all worth it. Looking out of a plane window is one of the most mesmerizing and God filled sights. The feeling of bring above the clouds and seeing pure blue skies above me, gives me this feeling that I am closer to God. That it is a straight shot up to Heaven with nothing in your way. Seeing the clouds below also has this essence that the world is upside down. Which is perfect for my life at this moment. My world is turning upside down more everyday and it's a beautiful thing. I want to thank all of you for sending me on this wonderful and beautiful journey of a lifetime. You have really touched my life in so many ways. To see the support you all gave me was overwhelming. Thank you for believing in me and take a chance on my dream. With your and God's help, I hope to change the world in any little way I can and come out a better and changed person. Please contact me with any questions and comments you wish to relay. If you would like to send an email, it is mgolike@uccs.edu. EI would love to hear from all of you and will reply as soon as possible! Never Stop Dreaming :)  Below is Experience Mission link. The organization I am going with, check it :).

29.6.12

One Week... Say What?


One week. I never thought I would say those words. One week until my life starts changing and I being the new chapter in my life. Every moment I have time to think, all I can think is... I’m going to Africa. For six months. Okay.... Now what? I have a list I go over in my head everyday all day. I make sure I haven’t forgotten any necessities and I remember the logistics. 
A few days ago I got back from a place I have called my second home since I was a kid. Mt. Elim Bible Camp has hosted many young children trying to find their place in the world for decades. About 65 years ago, my grandpa helped started Mt. Elim to be a tunnel for children to learn and grow in Christ. Not only were they able to do that for a week, but they were able to do it in one of the most beautiful settings Colorado has to offer. About 40 minutes outside of Steamboat Springs, on Lynx Pass, lies the quiet and serene camp.  On the week of camp though, the scene changes. There are dozens of elementary aged kids running around camp, ready for the experience summer camp has to offer. When my grandpa started it, I believe that is what he truly wanted. A place where young kids could escape their everyday heartache, come up to camp, be loved by the staff and learn that God loves them even more. After growing out of the elementary age, my little sister and I decided we wanted to continue our journey and experience at Mt. Elim. Every year we would come back and move up the ranks of the staff. We have moved up from the pristine position of ‘Dishwasher’ to ‘Girl’s Counselor’ over the years. Mt. Elim started my fire for ministry and helped me being in the position I am right now. It lead me to the “Holy crap, I’m leaving for Africa in a week,” position. 
As I started applying for volunteer work in Africa last year, I was worried my time at Mt. Elim would not happen in 2012. I started praying that if there was a way that I could still go up to the place that kept my eyes set on God over the past 13 years, that God would make it happen. Interviews and acceptance letters were sent to me over the next few months and all excluded me from camp, I was heart-broken. I would miss out on so many experiences that I wasn’t ready to give up. Although, I knew God was calling me to Africa. Experience Mission changed everything; I was accepted into the program and was still able to come to camp, have a summer to see my four year old brother, baby niece, and my best friend (my little sister). Things were turning around for me. 
So this summer has been on of trials and tribulations as I prepare to depart from my life and from the States as well. But along with those trials, there have been even more miracles. I have seen people congregate around me and bless me like I never thought was possible. I have had a changed heart before my trip has begun. People I barely know have supported me over the months and it is amazing to see the heart they have. 
As I get ready this last week at home, I want to say thank you. Thank you to all that are reading this and those that aren’t. Thank you for supporting me, listening to my story and hearing what I have to offer the world. Please, please, please keep reading my blog. I know that it has been slow, but from here on out, it is about to get mighty interesting and exciting. I hope that you have all enjoyed hearing a little more about me and I can’t wait to share this journey with you! 
God Bless


P.S.- If you like the pictures posted below, they are by an amazing photographer, Brian Kainz. Like him on FB, BK Photography. You can check out more of his brilliant work, I promise you won't be disappointed. :)


Goodbyes at a Glance

For some reason this never got posted last month :( So I apologize!


Being so caught up in the finances of Africa 2012, the stress, preparation and thought that goes along with it; I forgot to take more time to look at more than the money. Last week, I was finishing up college, fundraising, housesitting for my parents, and wrapping up soccer. After my week last week of college was over until January 2013, I started to notice how much I was missing. I had to do a lot of goodbyes this week (some good and some bad); saying goodbye to some of the greatest friends I have ever made, saying goodbye to college and the thriving I get from being in the classroom, saying goodbye to studying and homework, saying goodbye to soccer (which has been there for me through the good times and bad), and starting to say goodbye to my former self. I knew that when I returned to the campus in January, I would be a different person.

When I got home to Grand Junction, I once again got into the flow of money. I was stressed; stressed that I wasn’t raising money fast enough and that all my dreams may come to a crashing halt. My dreams of Africa that only got closer everyday might slip away just when I was so close. I then started to express my concerns to my dad about my trip and how close I was and once again, he reminded me that it was only money. That God has all the money in the world and nothing so little would stop him. I had another wake up call, I shouldn’t worry so much, God always has everything in control. As I picked up my four year old brother from preschool on Thursday, he reminded me of how special time is, not money.

 I told him, “Sam! I have a surprise for you when we get home.”

He excitedly said, “Don’t tell me what it is because it’s a surprise. And I have a surprise for you too. We can switch when we are home.”

So when we got home, I gave him his ‘gangster’ shirt that said, Best Brother in the Universe. I asked him where my surprise was and he said it was in Africa.

I said, “Uuuhhh… what is it?”

“Its an elephant, your favorite animal.”

“Thanks bud. I can’t wait to get it.”

Then he proceeded to beg me to take him with me, he could fit in my hiking pack, that it wasn’t a problem, and I could do it. I couldn’t help but have my heart break, just a little as he looked at me with those sad and pleading eyes. I had finally started to look past the money, concentrate on the people that I would miss,  and the growing up that my niece and brother would do while I was away. The last moments my family would have with my grandma, that I would also miss. And the other moments I don’t know I have missed yet.

This may seem like a sad post to most of you, but I assure you that it is more than that. I have been so excited about the opportunity I will be having and how much we will do in Africa. I have never been good at goodbyes and treasuring time and I think that is important. It is important to say your proper goodbyes and treasure the people you have that will miss you. I want to thank all the people who have gotten me to this point and thank them for missing me while I am gone. It helps me realize that I am not alone, that I have people who love, support, and cherish me.


14.3.12

The Deadly Beauty of Cancer

This is the story of the beginning of my journey to where I am today, a day that would forever change me. Enjoy :)
Lately, I have been thinking a lot about my sister, Becca and when she was diagnosed with Burkitt's Lymphoma (click link to learn more about this dangerous disease) and I thought I would share with all of you a rather harsh and real memory of mine. I am somewhat of a closed book, so sharing is somewhat new to me.

Becca was a senior in high school and had so much more life to live when she was diagnosed with the deadly disease. As some points during her fight, she was an inch from death. She was flown on "Flight For Life" several times and the odds seemed to be against her. Just when things started to look up, they would come to a crashing halt. Doctor visits, chemotherapy treatments, and spinal taps were our everyday lives. My little sister and I decided to give our hair to Locks of Love (click link for more information) that fall. I came back with a haircut that was supposed to look like Mandy Moore's hair from a magazine I was studying. But when does our haircuts ever look like the beauty queens in the magazines, especially when we are an awkward pre-teen? Very rarely. So naturally, I was in a huff the entire day because I didn't look like the Mandy Moore, who I had been enamored with since Walk to Remember. What was my reality check? My hair would slowly grow back each day, but Becca was losing hair by the handfuls by the minute. My dad and I drove to Denver that day to see Becca and my mom after they had been flown via helicopter and I was restless with excitement to see her, regardless of the terrible haircut. As I ran into the room, I I looked at her in a new light; she was beautiful, completely radiant. Yes, her hair was falling out, she could barely walk, only slightly smile, her eyes were sunk in and she would cry at times; but she showed me a raw and pure beauty I had never seen before. Right then, she opened my eyes up to a whole new world. A world of pain and hope. I light-heartedly jumped into her bed and told her about what was going on in my life and gazed deeply into her eyes, searching for the origin of the magical beauty. She lightheartedly told me of how she now had little shame that Mom would have to take her to the bathroom and help here with showering, or how she was thinking about wearing wigs; but deep down you could hear and see the pain. Later that night, I would watch as a nurse shaved my seventeen year-old sister's head. Every teenage girl's treasure; her hair, was gone. The reality that my sister was a real-life cancer-kid hit me like a 10 ton bulldozer. Before, she was never like the other kids, she wasn't hairless. But when the nurse shaved that las bit off, she truly became a bald-headed cancer patient. We saved her hair, but all of us knew that nothing would ever be the same.


A few years later, Becca and I would talk of this day. She told me I saved her life, that when I jumped into her bed with my bob haircut and looked past how sick she was, that I turned on a switch for her. She found a hope she didn't know she had, the thought of leaving this life scared her, so she fought. She fought hard. What I try telling her each time we talk of this day, is that she saved me. She saved me from living in a perfect world, I saw the pain she was going through, but found beauty and hope in her. On that day, I knew what I wanted to do with my life, I wanted to help people. I wanted to change the world. I wasn't sure what college major that would be or what life path I would take; all I knew was that I needed to shave my experiences, successes, failures, pain, and skills. My sister woke me up to the world outside my Christian home. It was the beginning of a journey that would be full of ups and downs, twists and turns, but led me to the amazing place I am today. I am where I am because God changed my heart through Becca. Wanting to serve God in Africa may never have happened without her.


Dedicated to my sister: Thank you for being the strongest person I have ever known. For fighting the greatest battle and beating it. You truly are my hero. You radiate God's love and passion for life, don't ever loose your light.

9.3.12

Kony 2012: Actuality or Overdone?...





Many of you have seen this controversial video, Kony 2012 by Invisible Children. It is about the ruthless African warlord and leader of the rebel Lord's Resistance Army, Joseph Kony. It is to bring light to the alleged murderous acts him and his followers have been making since the 1980s. Acts such as; forcing children as young as seven years of age to become soldiers, young girls being sold as sex slaves, the brutal murders of villages, and the displacement of millions. The video has gone viral and blown up the internet world with more than 60 million views in less than a single week. It is a video that has caused millions of people to question the world they naively live in.

As inspiring as the video is, there are critics. Critics claim the video "manipulates the facts and ignores the Ugandan military's own rights abuses in its war with the LRA." And a 2011 Foreign Affairs story accused the non-profit organization of "exaggerating the scale of LRA abductions and murders and emphasizing the LRA's use of innocent children as soldiers."And others claim that most of his acts against  the Ugandan people has decreased immensely in the past decade, presently he is more of a threat in The Democratic Republic of Congo. And even other critics continue on to state that Invisible Children is "wasting donor's money."

To some of you it may have been a simple thirty minute watch and a click of a button to share on Facebook. Isn't there so much more that we can do? This video is not the whole story, this is years of history wrapped up in a generalized thirty minute story. I encourage each of you to not simply watch the video; you must read more, study more, learn more. In order for our country and society to make a difference, we need to be educated. I encourage all of you to learn more about this man, beyond the horrifying and inspiring video. Learn more about what has been happening in Uganda for decades. I am not saying I disagree with the video, but I am challenging you to do dig into this controversy. Become educated on the happenings in not only Uganda, but all of Africa. You must learn both sides of the argument and make your own educated opinion of the video and its accuracy. You can do your part and be involved. Don't simply share this on Facebook or like it on YouTube; take action today.

1.3.12

Journey Video





Alrighty everybody, new video I recently made about my trip, the struggles Africa is facing, and my journey getting here. Hope you all enjoy and find some inspiration from it. Don't be afraid to get involved in helping stop some of these atrocious issues Africa is facing. There are dozens of ways to get involved; thousands of organizations to partner with. It starts with you.




28.2.12

New Life Church- Grand Junction

We all hope and pray for a church family that will be family for you. Not all of us find that church home that is more than your weekly social hour, it is your home and full of your family. I was have been blessed to find that in my home church- New Life, in Grand Junction, CO. They were kind enough to welcome me to speak on behalf of my trip and hear all about the amazing things I want to do with my life this past Sunday. Our pastor, Ken Vander Horst, has been especially helpful in promoting and helping me with all I need for my trip. I want to give a special thanks to my church for supporting me through my adolescence and supporting me now as I find my place in this world. 

They have been kind enough to put me on the church website, http://www.newlifegj.org/missions.cfm, check it out and feel free to look at the amazing things our church is doing. I couldn't ask for a better home church and am so blessed to have you all in my life.

27.2.12

Sub Saharan Africa- HIV/AIDS



This is a video I made for one of my classes last year, it helps emphasize just a slice of the issues facing Africa today. While doing this project, all I could think of was how much I wanted to do. But I think people, (myself included) forget how much they help us; how much we can learn from the hundreds of different cultures that are in Africa. As the second largest continent, we could spend our entire lives studying the cultures, history, and conflicts they face everyday. As an American, I need to remember that I am blessed to live here, but I have so much to learn.

Taking Charge

My passion for Africa is indescribable. For years I have waited for the opportunity to travel and do my part in Africa. But sitting, waiting, wishing and hoping wasn't getting me far enough. The wait was so long, that soon, I gave up. I gave up on the idea of dreams that could become reality. I concentrated on the comfortable life I was living in Colorado and sank my efforts into becoming a teacher. A teacher was a position that I could always see myself living. I have always been relatively comfortable around children and knew the balance of being their friend and leader. So why not? I planned on staying with my serious boyfriend of the time and once we had gotten married, my teaching position would be easy to fill no matter where we traveled. My dreams of helping the people in Africa seemed more far away than ever.

But soon that comfortable lifestyle I wanted so badly seemed like the last thing I ever wanted. I knew that God had been calling me for years to live in the now, take chances, change peoples lives, use my experiences to help others, and help myself along the way. I had pushed God's voice that was telling me to "Take Action" to the back of my head. But on an uneventful day, I changed, I decided that I couldn't rely on other people to do what I was being called to do. Accomplishing my dreams would take more than idly standing by and waiting for something amazing to happen to me. I couldn't count on other people to "do their part" for me. The only way was to fix myself. I abruptly changed majors, from teaching to Geography and Environmental Studies with a minor in Sustainability. And suddenly, I let myself dream again. I looked forward to doing projects on the issues facing Africa and sitting in class learning about the regions. I started praying more, searching more, talking to organizations, applying to different places and setting it all in God's hands.

That is when, I literally, stumbled upon Experience Mission. They were exactly what I wanted. They tackled projects that hit close to home and I was attached to. Experience Mission also didn't wait for someone else to help, Experience Mission they took action also. Their mission is to, "... spread Christ's love by connecting people together from diverse cultures and backgrounds, developing leaders, and assisting those that live in under-developed communities with resources and support to enable them to reach their own communities and actively participate in extending out to the world."
This summer, I hope to travel alongside other amazing young adults and Experience Mission and travel to Africa for six months. I hope that this blog will inspire you. That you will find the courage to do your part (whether that is through prayers, donations, or even going on a mission yourself), just like I have.

How to Donate Online! :)

As I take this difficult, but amazing journey, knowing that you are all behind me keeps me going when I have tough days. Some people have asked me what the easiest way to give is and so I wanted to show you a few of the ways you can. As we all know, sometimes giving is a somewhat difficult, it is more hassle than anything. Experience Mission has created a wonderful and simple way to give.

You can go to www.experiencemission.org, at the top of the page there's a tab that says DONATE, click that. From there, there will be two options that will pop up, click Sponsor a Volunteer. On that page you will have to fill out the "Are You New?" info and then hit submit. After that you can make your contribution to me (Megan Golike) by plugging in my personal ID, MGOL1001, and filling out the rest of the billing info. Every gift is also tax deductible. You will recieve an email from Experience Mission with an invoice. If you would like to go this route please inform me of your online donation so I can thank you properly!
Another way is through my home address. Any gift can be sent to this address, if that is an easier way for you.
Megan Golike
1277 16.5 Rd
Fruita, CO 81521

I do not want any gift, whether small or large to go unnoticed. I want to thank you all for the support I have received from each of you; whether through prayers, thoughts, or donations. I know that not everyone can give through donations, but please know that prayer and your thoughts are just as important. I need prayer and thoughts everyday as I take this trip and prepare for it. I couldn't do this trip without all of you, so thank you.