So it’s been a little over a month since I found out I was accepted to do the World Race this upcoming fall. As the initial thrill and excitement wore off, I realized something. I was actually going. All the months leading up to this and how I would just go around and tell people this is what I’m doing; I’m going to run this race. I was declaring these things long before I had even found out I was accepted. Strangers, coworkers, friends, family, any and everyone in earshot knew Harmony was going to do this race.
Then a few weeks passed, and I found myself in a place I had never really been before. Doubting. I was doubting that God would truly provide for this trip. I was doubting that He had the ability to help me get the funds and everything. And this wasn’t the type of doubt that shows itself blatantly as doubt, it shows up in the form of hope. I found myself more so “hoping” that the words spoken over me since last October would come true. Hoping that my business would actually work out. Hoping that I’d be able to go. I didn’t realize how much faith I had put into hope over the years instead of putting faith into God.
Hope is really just soft whispers of doubt. It’s the doubt that this might not work out because you can’t see it. I didn’t realize how much I had hoped for. I hoped to overcome things. I hoped to dance upon disappointments. I hoped and hoped and hoped and hoped until I couldn’t hope any longer. Jesus didn’t call us to be a hopeful people, but a faithful people.
I’m reminded of Paul and his prayer for the Ephesians. He didn’t pray “so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through HOPE“. He prayed, “so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through FAITH…”
So as I get ready to reach out for support and partnerships, I have faith in what He has set my feet to do. Just a quick testimony; I work at Publix and pretty much every day I’m telling a customer about King Jesus or just praising Him with someone. One particular day however, I was just slicing meat and a familiar face walks up to the counter. It was a lady that I attended church with a while back, but we never really spoke much. She had this excitement in her eyes and proceeds to tell me that she had a book for me and had been carrying it with her since December. She runs out to her car and grabs this book for me. It’s not very thick and has a black and white photo on the front. But what took me by surprise is that the title read “These Are The Generations” and I literally started crying. It’s about ONE North Korean family living out the great commission in one of the most hostile nations in human history.
I know, you’re thinking “Um, Harmony North Korea isn’t on your route so how is this a testimony?” Just wait for it. A while ago, the Lord spoke to me regarding this generation and Asia. It first started with Nepal. Now it’s all of Asia. These generations experiencing revival like never before. This book was a reminder that He is faithful to His word. So Him showing me that He’s still sending me there somehow, someway, to see what He said will happen, increased my faith ever so much. He’s faithful to His word. So with hope aside and faith rising daily, I’m more excited than ever to get on that plane in October. I’m sitting here laughing right now actually at the fact that I was pondering why donations weren’t coming in, but I really believe He wanted me to leave the hope behind and cling to faith like never before. I love how He deals with me so sweetly.
Thanks for reading friend,
Harmony
