Since Childhood

When I was a child between the ages of five and seven the Lord aloud me to experience a vision. In case you are unsure of what a vision is, well, it's almost like a dream, but you aren't sleeping. In this vision I played an active roll that changed my life forever. It's almost like stepping out of reality and living in a dream for a moment. I almost felt at that time the vision was more real than the life I was actually living.
In this dream I was thrusted into a third world country and I knew it as home. I could feel the warm air with a slight breeze. I could smell the dust in the air and feel the warmth of the sun. It was so beautiful. Not in a paradise kind'a way. It was just simply beautiful.
After I was able to take in all the senses I started walking. I was lead to a ally way, dirty, wet, and lonely. I found there a child and I picked this child up. I immediately new that this child was mine. The child wasn't mine biologically, but the child was mine, a gift the Lord gave me. As I held this child I lifted my head to  find more in the ally, more of my own children. More children that I was suppose to care for. I felt the Lord speaking to me and telling me that this will be what I am to do when I get older. The only third world country that I knew of was Africa and the only people that I knew that took care of children outside of parents were doctors.
So I came to the conclusion that I was going to be a doctor in Africa. I told this wonderful news to everyone. I remember the responses that received, but I was not the least bit surprised. I was told that, "You can be a doctor here and make more money". "Why do you want to do that it's not safe." I could see the thoughts they were thinking, "She will grow out of this." I was not upset at all. I had the, "You'll see". Attitude. I wasn't rebellious about it, just "matter-of-fact".
I didn't go on my first mission trip until I was 15 years old, and it was better than I had expected it would be. My first country was Mexico and it will always be my first love (when it comes to mission trips). I went to Mexico a few times and every time it was better and better. I then decided to take a trip in my own country and was completely amazed and how much our country needs healing and needs the goodness of God.
I took a leisure trip to Europe and realized that our country isn't the most sinful (outwardly). 
In the mean time my father caught the "mission bug". He decided that he would do something that he didn't think he would do. He left and went to Honduras on a mission trip. He fell in love with the people there and came home and has not been able to forget. When you go, you can't forget. You can't forget the Love, the people, the kids, the women, the men, the atmosphere, the miracles...I could go on and on.
The Lord spoke to me about 7 years ago and told me to put a hold on mission for three years. In that three years I met my husband and we married. We now have three beautiful children. All of whom are precious gifts from the Lord that surprise us daily. He shares the same passion as I do. He didn't always have this passion, but it's catchy. It's contagious. He has been on a few missions to Nicaragua, Venezuela and Peru. We both share the desire to minister in Latino nations.
We will, one day, go and be at home. We will be at home not only with our natural children, but with the other children the Lord will give to us. The vision continues since childhood and it will NEVER be quenched until it is fulfilled.