So I wrote my name on the sign-up sheet to join the Africa Missions Prayer Group. For the next three years, a group of young College students met to pray for Africa every week. In our praying experience, we journeyed together and saw with different eyes, a people Jesus died for and a continent that needed God! And my heart changed! No, a door did not open immediately. Yet, those incredible prayer times planted a seed. It would take many more years for the seed to take root and produce a clearer call. The fullness of God's call does not unveil but unfolds. Signing my name on a Africa Prayer Group sign-up sheet and having a heart change would lead somewhere. In 2003, I received an invitation from World Vision, to join a clergy delegation to go to Africa and witness first-hand the devastating affect of HIV-Aids on women and children. Now, a leader of a national women's organization in Canada, I would see, hear and begin to understand how women on the other side of the world lived and what they coped with. My heart broke into pieces as the team and I visited with single Moms who were sick, needed medication and lived without hope. We sat on mats and listened to young teenagers, who were now forced to take on a parental role, tell their frightening stories. Grandmothers told us stories of burying their adult children and having to raise their grandchildren when they themselves needed care.