Why I want to move to Ethiopia

I feel as though I am blinded - blinded from Gods love, blinded from Gods plan –due to this place I live, America. My heart tells me this is not where I belong. This is not my home. It longs to go to a place where Gods love is truly displayed. Displayed in these poor little children's faces, who have nothing, yet have everything. 

It is not covered by comfort - by beds, electricity, overflow of food, fresh water, $100 shoes, $100,000 cars. No, it is covered by truth. The truth to how great He loves us. It demonstrations the true meaning of faith in God at its fullest. My heart screams at me, telling me that America won’t ever satisfy me. I know I wasn't meant to live in a place that was comfortable. 

God called me to be in Ethiopia. He called me to LIVE among the least of these. He called me to live in a trash dump. He called me to love as He has loved me, and has shown me through parents who have displayed this agape love. 

I don't know why God is telling me the place I’m supposed to be is Ethiopia, or why He is telling me to take a year off after high school. All I know is that Korah, Ethiopia is where I should be. I don't understand how I can have this deep knowledge of that even though I've never been there. But it is as though my heart is split in two and I am not living my life fully committed to God.

He is the reason I'm alive. I praise Him for revealing this to me. Although people doubt me, God is the one pushing me to Ethiopia. If God wants it, it will happen. I can’t wait for that day when my soul is finally fully satisfied when I land in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. This is my calling. I am called to help the least of these.