When I was becoming frum in my late teens – early 20s, I was infatuated with my shluchim, the Lipskiers in Atlanta. Miriam was always beautiful and graceful, making gourmet meals and riveting speeches for tables of students that doubled in size every year. Rabbi Lipskier was non-judgmental and self-confident, even when students brought up pop culture references he couldn’t even begin to identify. Most importantly: they were the Rebbe’s shluchim.

I wanted nothing more than to be a shlucha of the Rebbe. I learned Chassidus, Halacha, and Chumush. I learned how to cook, bake, and make engaging programs. I was still an oddball with colored highlights and a “cool girl” attitude, but I was also the one who stayed with the last few girls late shabbos nights at the Chabad House singing niggunim.

As I was becoming more “integrated” into the community, I began to realize I might never become a shlucha.

I realized that in the world of shluchus, many positions are already taken and many others are already promised. Not to say it was impossible, but it for sure wasn’t the good old days when anyone who was willing was sent. I decided to go on a personal shlichus and represent the Rebbe by trying to show and share a smile, a dvar torah, and as much Ahavas Yisroel as I could in my day-to-day life.

After getting married, having a kid, and trying to find a community I could find my place in, I realized I couldn’t let my dream go. I needed to go on shlichus.

Then an opportunity arose in which I could become a shlucha and help to create something huge. A group of Chabadniks, forming a community of shluchim where everyone can shine in the best role they can. A giant Chabad House that is an entire community, will be waiting to embrace international visitors, and bring chassidus to life in a rejuvenating resort. It is an awesome and enlivening vision to not only be a part of, but to be one of the first to ignite the torch and start the fire. To reach out and bring opportunities – not only to those who are exploring Judaism for the first time, but also to the disenfranchised generation of Lubavitchers who have shluchus in their hearts, but nowhere to actualize their potential.

After all, shlichus starts at home.