I remember sitting in my seventh-grade class listening to a returned student missionary (SM) share experiences from his year of service. It was then that I knew I, too, wanted to serve one day.

When I began my freshman year at Walla Walla University, I heard many more returned SMs talk about how their time overseas positively impacted their lives. The joy they expressed affirmed my desire to volunteer, and I reached out to the university’s mission office to begin the process.

In the spring, Walla Walla hosted a special vespers program for the SMs going out the next year. When I arrived at the church, I was told to choose a flag to carry during the ceremony—ideally, for the country in which I’d be serving. I had no idea what country I was going to serve. With much uncertainty, I chose the Marshallese flag. Four months later, I was preparing to depart for Majuro in the Marshall Islands!

I was first given the date of July 11 to fly out, but less than a week before the flight, I received a message saying I couldn’t be included in the group that would begin quarantine to enter the Marshall Islands. I was placed on a list for August 22 but was later informed that I couldn’t be part of that group either.

Finally, the date of August 29 was confirmed. I felt many different emotions. I was excited to have a new flight scheduled, but part of me wondered whether I would actually leave the United States. However, with God’s amazing promises and lots of hard goodbyes, it all worked out, and now I’m on my home island for the year.

The process of getting here took three-and-a-half weeks, and I had an extremely difficult time. I spent part of the time in quarantine in a hotel in Honolulu and the other part in a government facility in Kwajalein, which is part of the Marshall Islands. Apart from my friends and loved ones, I sat isolated in a room, stuck in my thoughts. I had never felt so much doubt. One night on the phone, I asked my dad, “If this wasn’t a part of God’s plan for me, I wouldn’t be here, right?” I constantly found myself questioning His guidance.

It was only after arriving on the island and meeting my students that it became clear to me: no matter how much Satan tries to test me, no matter how many trials I have to face, and no matter how tired or stressed I become, God is trustworthy and does have a plan for me. He had led me to exactly where He wanted me to be.

Within a few hours of being in the first class with my students, they sang a song called “Trust in You” by Lauren Daigle, a contemporary Christian singer and songwriter. The song is about trusting God even when He doesn’t remove the difficulties we face or answer all our questions. 

My students and I often sing this song together now, and it’s become my daily prayer to trust God with everything in my life. It’s a struggle, but I’m growing. The entire time I was stuck in quarantine, all I wanted was to be on the island with my kids. What was so amazing to me was to hear they were even more excited for me to come. And now that I’m here, being showered with love, I reflect on those three-and-a-half weeks and see it was so worth it!

“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you ahope and a future’” (Jeremiah 29:11, NIV).

• Adapted with permission from the stories on the Guam-Micronesia Mission’s website.

https://www.gmmsda.org/stories/delap-rachel