In 2004, I found out that the missionary pastor that led me to knowing and accepting Christ as my Lord and Saviour was speaking at a mission event called Teen Missions Nite, where he spoke about his trips to South America. He explained to us the resources that we take for granted and challenged us to step out of our comfort zone to reach the countries that cannot access these resources.

By the end of my first year in college, I left my family, friends, home, church, and country to step out of my comfort zone to Cochabamba, Bolivia in South America. For two months, I had taken on tasks that I had never handled before: we were involved in the construction orphanages and got involved with a 'wash-and-clothe-babies' ministry. My heart continued to cry out for the poor when I witnessed the types of poverty that I had never experienced or witnessed back home in the city of Toronto. The majority of the time, Children and babies were abandoned by most of their fathers in Bolivia subsequently leaving their mothers to take care of the child by themselves traveling 4-5 kilometres to beg for money/food in order to sustain their life for another day. One of the two 'wash-and-clothes-babies' ministry was held in the city garbage dump which was a 45-minute drive away from the city and we were told that there were citizens living there. The main source of income for these individuals came from searching through garbage and hoping to find something of worth value to trade in for food that could be provided for their family. I knew that God wanted me to return to Bolivia after my two month mission trip because of the relationships that were built and knowing that He gave me a heart for the poor.

In 2006, I attended a mission conference called Urbana. There, I sought a confirmation from the Lord whether it was my calling to return to Bolivia. At Urbana, the message that helped me along the process of returning to Bolivia was that "God does not want us to return home and be satisfied and settled in our comfortable homes". I knew that God wanted me to return, but I did not know when and how long because I felt that two months was too short of a time period.

In 2007, I attended another missions conference called Missionfest. There, God confirmed in my heart that I should return to Bolivia, but this time for six months. During my six-month stay in Bolivia, I experienced a lot more than I did the first time because of how much the orphanage ministry has expanded in its location, which resulted in the exposure to a higher level of poverty. I lived in the jungles for a total of two months (on separate occasions) and it broke my heart as I look at how much pain God sees when help is needed in remote areas in the jungles of Bolivia. After my six-month stay in Bolivia, I knew that I could no longer settle into my own comfort zone by staying in North America and wanted to continue in my work with God's people and the poor.

After spending a total of eight months building relationships and ministering to the poor, both physically and spiritually, I knew that there was something unsettling in my heart regarding living in North America for the remainder of my life. From the past experience with missions, I knew that God had a plan in the very beginning to equip me to become one of his ambassadors outside of North America.

I continued to struggle with understanding the will of God for me throughout the next few months at home. My days became routine and there wasn't as much productivity in comparison to the time I had spent in Bolivia building relationships and building homes for the people. Soon after, I became aware that God did not want me to live the "Canadian dream", but to live the opposite by sacrificing and surrendering all that He has given me in my family, friends, possessions, and education so that His Name will be proclaimed.

I began to look at different opportunities and nations that could be of interest to me. God opened my horizons and gave me a passion to work with a higher level of poverty. In 2009, I attended Missionfest and that was when God opened my eyes to what He wanted me to do next. As I was traveling to Missionfest, I never experienced an urge before to pray for God's direction for my life entering into Missionfest. The prayer was answered quickly as I walked into the exhibit. The first agency that I spotted was Africa Inland Mission and that was the beginning of a new journey.