I finalized my support letter last week. I printed them out, signed them all, and put them in envelopes yesterday. But I cannot seem to make myself walk to the mailbox, store, school or wherever else I have to go to mail or deliver my letters asking for support as I get ready and go on this missions trip. It’s as if actually sending the letters, putting it out there to the whole world, makes this entire experience permanent, serious, which is silly because it is real. I feel God calling me into the missions field. I was accepted into the program and I’ve been telling people about it and talking about it. The only other explanation I can come up with is that I feel awkward asking people for money. It’s not part of my nature to ask for money from others.
But I have to do it. I don’t know where the $15,500 is going to come from, but God does. However, this doesn’t mean that I am only passively part of the process. I am actively doing God’s will. This entire process is God waking me up and delivering me, changing me, molding me to do His will and to be completely and totally a part of Him.
So with prayer and the strength that comes from God and the Holy Spirit I will send out my support letters and become a passionate, active member determined to serve and live out the Kingdom.
