I just finished my support letter. Honestly, it took me longer than I anticipated or had really wanted. Mostly because I find it utterly impossible to put a passion, nothing short of God's calling, into a few short paragraphs on a piece of paper. Words so often fall short.
The past few weeks of my life have changed a lot on my outlook towards my near future. I had the opportunity to spend a week in Maine with my campus minister and his family. This was the first week in a long time I felt I had the chance to let down my guard and relax. I took this time to really think through everything I'd been praying over for the past few months and readjust my thoughts. I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing and that, without a doubt in my mind, God was calling me to do the race. I have had my doubts from time to time.
After heavy prayer and time to talk to God, I know this is where I am meant to be. Without a doubt in my mind, God is calling me here. To live amongst others, to love people of every culture, and to learn. It boggles my mind thinking about the chances I'm going to have to learn through this undertaking. Really, there's no way to foresee these kinds of things.
While I was in Maine, I realized God really wants me in Pennsylvania. The thought became recurring and I was filled with peace just thinking about it. That unsettled feeling I got from not knowing what I was doing after my YouthWorks! summer was gone. However, then moved in the reality that I had no place to live and certainly couldn't afford rent. For a moment I wasn't sure it was going to work but felt compelled to move forward anyway. As I did, God stepped in, and everything fell into place. My campus minister and his family somehow found a way to fit me into their home. I will now be able to do the internship I was praying I wouldn't miss out on at ACF for the semester, better equipping me to follow my calling towards campus ministry when I return.
The reality of the coming months is beginning to really set in. The responsibilities with which I will be entrusted are huge, in my opinion, but I may be putting too much pressure on myself (wouldn't be the first time). I couldn't be more excited to step into new roles and learn from each experience. You can't take from an experience you never attempted. God wouldn't have put me here if He didn't intend on me learning from this. He has a plan for me and I'm certain I'm in the right place.
The process of writing my support letter has somehow grounded me. The race feels much more tangible now. Something has become more real. Trusting the Lord in regards to your finances is an entirely different aspect of trust. It's humbling.
Remember Romans 10:9-10
