The idea of going as a student missionary had been floating around in my head, but I had lots of concerns. I was only a year away from graduation. My grandfather was seriously ill, and I didn’t want to leave the country with his condition unsure. But there was something inside me telling me to go for it, and I decided I would at least ask for more information.

My decision was reinforced in the annual mission emphasis chapel the next day. I knew then this was something I had to do and made a mental note to stop by campus ministries the next day. I received a call from my sister letting me know my grandfather had passed away and while I was terribly sad, it became clear to me the time for being a student missionary was now.

Over the next couple of months, I completed all the necessary paperwork and prayerfully made the decision to go to Moscow, Russia. My family and friends were supportive, but most really didn't understand why I would choose to spend a year in Russia. They said I would freeze to death or starve because I would get sick of eating potatoes and cabbage. Some of my friends said I'd be home after a couple of months, but I knew God had a great experience ahead for me.

When I finally arrived in Moscow, everything was surreal. It was quite difficult at times. At first I couldn't understand anyone. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't know anyone, and I felt sick much of the time. Plus, I absolutely hated my volunteer vocation for the year—teaching English as a foreign language. I dreaded it every day. I felt completely untrained, unqualified, and unprofessional.

Soon, though, I started to make some great friends. I realized I knew my language well enough. I liked people and cared about trying to do a good job. I realized those were really the only qualifications needed. I can't say I ever want to teach English again, but I'm learning to like it a little more week by week. I’ve even admitted to my class that I enjoy teaching.

I can't say I know exactly why God sent me here, but I can say I'm here because this is where He wants me. I've been having a great year, despite small hardships. The Russian people are wonderful! Once you get to know them, they are the most authentic people you'll ever meet. They are not afraid to tell you how they feel and what they think … and I like that.

I'm learning a lot about myself and about who I want to be when I leave. I don't know if this is the "mission" God had planned for me, or if this is only a preparation, but I like to think it's a first step in a life of mission work. I realize I'm far from perfect. I have down days when I feel like I'm the one who needs to be drawn closer to the Savior. But then I remember God doesn't call perfect people. He calls those who are willing to tell others about His love and mercy.

Wendy Mann is a senior photographic imaging major at Andrews University.