…watching for miracles.
A month ago, it looked like it would take a miracle for me to leave for my first term in West Africa in February 2014, my target leave time. 7 months ago, as I dove into church presentations and began sharing with groups of strangers, I told my parents, “How am I supposed to do this? It would take a miracle for people to hear me once and start supporting me right away. And I’m not already friends with enough people to cover my budget.” And 19 months ago, when I started raising support and was told the total amount, I knew it would take a miracle for me to get to the point of booking that plane ticket.
Welcome to the career that is comprised of, more than anything else, watching for miracles.
My goal for the month of October to stay on track for getting to 100% by February was to reach 75% of my budget. But I hadn’t met the previous months’ goals, and I was “behind.” Well last I checked, I am at 80%. I can hardly believe it. What has happened between last month and now is inexplicable. I haven’t done anything differently. I’ll call it a miracle. THANK YOU to those of you who were part of it!
The past months of presentations to groups of strangers has proved the point I made in exasperation to my parents: “How am I supposed to do this? It would take a miracle…” I recently tallied how many of the individuals who are regular supporters came on board after hearing me once, most of whom I had yet to meet when I started out. The number is 26 out of 80. The Lord knew I wasn’t already friends with enough people to get to West Africa. So He has blessed me with more friends and has moved their hearts to give! Who can explain this? I simply can’t. It would take a miracle, but the miracle happens over and over. THANK YOU to all you wonderful friends, old and new!
That huge monthly total that I was given 19 months ago – that insurmountable amount that I need to have coming in consistently every single month to be able to live and work in West Africa – has steadily gone from incomprehensible to (almost) feasible. The remaining amount I need to raise is $1,125/month. It has taken a miracle for it to be reduced to that number.
I remember hearing from a missionary who was nearing the end of his itineration and who had nearly completed raising the necessary support to go to the most expensive country, with his entire family. I don’t remember his name or his exact words, but he said something like, “For me and my family to raise all the support and leave, Jesus has to show up. If it were anything less, then we might be able to convince ourselves that we’d gotten there in our own strength.”
I resonated with his words then, and I do even more today. It does take Jesus showing up. And He does, time after time.