Fun fact: When you sign up to go on a mission trip overseas for 9 months, everything else in life does not stop. For instance, I still go to work and teach 4 year olds every day. I still take 17 credit hours through Liberty University Online. I still volunteer with the youth group at my church 2 times a week. I still have friends to keep up. I still have a family to stay in touch with. And yet, here I am, blogging about my life completely flipping upside down in 8 months.
I’ve found myself getting very anxious about my trip. Not actually being overseas for so long, but how I’m going to get over there. I’m terrified of not being able to raise enough money. Looking at the amount of money I have to raise is terrifying to me. To say $16,600 is an intimidating number is an understatement.
Then I remember Who called me. And instantly, I am humbled. It is so easy for me to think that I have to do this thing alone. That God has handed me this calling, and then walked away. The reality is that He never let go of my hand. He never stopped showing up for me. He has always, ALWAYS been faithful to deliver His promises to me. And He reminds me that none of this is about me. It is all for Him, by Him, and through Him. If it ever becomes about my capabilities, I’ve done something wrong. God does not call the qualified, but qualifies the called according to His purpose, for His glory.
So I refuse to stray. I refuse to believe He might not come through. I refuse to treat God like He’s a part-time employee in my life. I refuse to accept the fears the enemy has planted into my head. I refuse to believe or listen to anything less than the truth of Christ, and the goodness of His heart. If He did not claim it, I refuse it.
Being called to the mission field is scary in every sense of the word. I am constantly humbled by it, and always asking Abba why He gave this to someone like me. But I will not stop until I do exactly what He has called me to do.
In His power, for His glory, until I meet Him,
Madison Green
