When did you first learn to trust in God? A simple question I had never been asked before.
When my team was asked this question I immediately panicked because I didn’t know my answer. Ive been a Christian all my life, and in church for as long as I can remember. To me, that was almost synonymous with trusting God.
As my team leader answered this question for herself, my mind wandered to what my own answer would be. But then our time with the lovely Masello, a local villager who invited us into her home, came to an end and my turn to share never came. At first I was relieved because I didn’t have an answer. But the longer we sat in her home the more something stirred inside of me.
I was nearly brought to tears as God reminded me how I came to trust Him. My mom.
Many of you reading this have probably met my mother. My mother is amazing. When I was young both of my parents made sure that my siblings and I were well taken care of. We always had food on the table and new clothes for school. We always had the coolest birthday parties and presents under the Christmas tree. But even as child with all that I needed and more, I was aware that there was one thing we didn’t have an abundance of: money. It wasn’t obvious to those outside our family because my parents always provided the best for us, but oftentimes they did so at their own expense.
My mom would give up her own birthday or Christmas money to make sure we had a cute bedroom or nice clothes. My Dad has scars on his body from previous jobs he took in order to provide the best for us. I could never thank them enough for the sacrifices they have made for me and my siblings.
And even though I had everything I needed, sometimes I wanted more. When I was in 3rd grade I remember crying to my mom about how much I hated my new class. I told her I wanted to fo to my church’s private school and she told me to pray. She told me to believe God for the tuition money to go there, and by 4th grade I was out of public school and at my church’s school.
“Believe God” was my mother’s response to just about everything. When we weren’t sure how to pay the electric bill or keep the water on my Mom never seemed worried. Her response was always to pray and trust God. And you know what? He always came through. ALWAYS. And my mom still continues to teach me how to trust God. She has prayed over my fundraising and as of today I am fully funded!
Now she is believing God for the opportunity to go to India this spring to minister along side me for a week.
Never once has she said “if I can come up with the money”. Her response has only ever been “I’m going to India”. I know my mother trusts God and she has taught me to do the same.
I didn’t write this blog with the intention of fundraising, but now that I’m writing it I feel led to do so.
In order for my mother to go to India this spring, she needs around $2000. I trust God to provide this money and so does Mom. But if you feel led to donate specifically to my mother’s trip, please do so! You can Venmo me on her behalf @ HeavenAlbritton
Anyway, that’s my story. I now have an answer to the question posed to me just days ago.
Man. The World Race is WILD. Not only do I get to share the gospel in different corners of the world, but God continues to reveal new truths to me. Thank you for your prayers and contributions to get me here.
