Since the day I left, the first time, September 11th of 2017, I have been asked by several people how and why a small town boy from Minnesota ended in Norway in the first place. Looking back, it makes so much sense why I was there, but it is still hard to explain how I ended up in the small town of Engavagen Norway three hours from the big city that has less than 20,000 inhabitants and is 18 hours from the capital. But none the less I ended up here.
Several months before leaving, I was talking to one of my good friends who had joined the missions organization YWAM in New Zealand and she encouraged me to look into it. That was where God first planted the seed. A few months later I got back in touch with her and she was out on a mission trip in some other country that was not New Zealand, somewhere in Asia, and again she directed me towards this website. YWAM.org. A day or two after our conversation I went and checked it out. 15,000 options of schools I could take hit me in the face. 15,000! Through blindly entering in criteria, I ended up with a list of about 50 schools that I would possibly be interested in that started during September of 2017. Slowly the list dwindled its way down to 8 schools. God speaks to us in many different ways. I know that now. He knew right where he wanted me and he was going to get me to this small Norwegian village one way or another and he did so with the word Adventure. I like those, I thought to myself. An adventure school. What could be better? Norway, Fjords, Snow, Adventure! I applied and not long after applying I heard back from the school and after talking with them I began to put plans in place to head over to Norway and what an adventure I was in for.
Fast forward a few months, it is approaching mid-October and I have been in Norway just three and a half short action-packed weeks, we were just getting ready for our second teaching week. It was on Identity. More specifically our identity and who we as Children of God. The one and only teaching week before had really shaken me, I had never experienced God like that before. I will admit I was a little nervous. Our teacher this week had flown in all the way from Australia. She was a very kind, passionate, funny individual. Throughout the week she taught us about who we are as children of God. After four intense days of teaching we came to Friday, our final day with her. Our three our class turned into a 12-hour prayer session where we confronted many difficult things from people’s pasts and for only knowing each other for three and a half measly weeks things were a little uncomfortable at times. But coming out on the other side, everyone learned something. I am a child of God, a son of the one true king, with God on my side I am capable and I can do a whole lot of stuff.
Fast forward three months and it is January and I have headed out with a crew of eight other people to the country of Chile in South America. While we were there we got to work with a missionary family at a center they had started for kids in the area to have a safe place to hang out. We were in one of the rougher neighborhoods that was riddled with people suffering from drug addictions and many in abusive relationships. Through the power of the Holy Spirit, I was directed to this one little guy named Alexander. We didn’t speak the same language but were still able to have a relationship. I have never experienced anything quite like that. It was one of the hardest goodbyes I have ever had to say.
I have learned quite a bit about hearing God’s voice and through a lot of prayer and conversation I am headed back to Norway to go and continue to learn more about our Heavenly Father and help those in need.