Upon ending my university studies, I decided to surrender my degree to the Lord and told him that I wanted to serve him full-time with all my heart, but I didn’t know how or where. Then a friend of mine invited me to be part of the missions ministry that was just starting in our church. So I attended a meeting, and was touched by the needs of people around the world.

I was searching for God’s perfect will and didn’t want to be guided by my emotions, so for the first year, I served faithfully in this ministry in church. I also worked with street children and disabled children. But my heart leaped with excitement each time I heard a missionary speak or when I read something about missions.

I was not sure that this was my calling. Other people had told me that when God called them, they did not want to go, but they had to be obedient. I thought that since I wanted so much to be a missionary, maybe God wasn’t calling me. My prayers were: "Please call me to be a missionary. I want to serve you in this way."

Later, I went to the school of discipleship with Youth with a Mission in Argentina, hoping to discover God’s will for my life. During a workshop called "Dreaming the Dreams of God," I understood that God had placed this dream in me to serve cross-culturally. He confirmed it through Romans 15:21: "Those who were not told about him will see, and those who have not heard will understand.

"I think it’s an error to believe we have a call for just one place—God wants us to bear fruit everywhere he puts us."

Read "Hand in Hand" to find out when and how God finally opened the door for Doris to serve in mission.