Support raising for missions work has been more challenging than I ever anticipated.
For one thing, it tested my faith. I looked at that number ($17,400) and thought, “Well, that is a ton of money.” Raising that amount seemed impossible, and so began the daily struggle to place my faith in God alone, not in the efforts of the people in my life (although they are wonderful). I had to release the expectations I had about who would join my team as a financial supporter because I realized people who I thought would surely donate weren’t going to. And that is okay.
I prayed to God, asking Him to bring the right people alongside me, and for Him to open my eyes to whom He wants on my team. I prayed that He would quiet my mind and allow me to believe in His miracles, and not compare my fundraising journey to anyone else’s. I prayed for peace and provision, knowing that He has promised both of those things to me.
Additionally, it made me deal with my pride. I was asking others to support God’s work, which in a circular way meant supporting me. As a fiercely independent woman, this has been one of the hardest hills to climb, and I must constantly remind myself that people are supporting the Kingdom. Still, money is a sensitive and personal matter, so I had to set aside what I wanted and what felt comfortable to focus on loving God and doing what He has asked me to do.
I prayed that God would give me the courage to reach out to believers and non-believers alike. That my fundraisers, social media posts, and personal contacts would be fruitful. I prayed that He would help me push past my pride and ask people for what I needed in order to do the work that God has prepared in advance for me.
“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see” (Hebrews 11:1).
Just a few days ago, I was in prayer. I had a deadline approaching to reach $10,000 with only 4 days to go. I needed $1,770. I felt as if I had exhausted all of my options. I did not know whom to ask, and desperation was beginning to set in, so I prayed.
In that moment, God put in my mind the landscape of a gentle snowfall. The air was crisp and quiet and still. The light was bright. My momentary anxiety melted away, and I felt completely at peace. Then, He spoke to my soul, telling me to believe in His miracles. He told me that He would send the money, and that I wouldn’t know from where it came, which seemed crazy to me, but I said “Okay, I trust you.” I was thinking He meant $1,770.
Wrong.
My awesome Heavenly Father, the Greatest Provider, sent me an anonymous donation for $8,960. The exact amount I needed to be fully funded at $17,400 long before the April deadline.
Y’all.
He is SO good.
His timing is perfect.
He is teaching us to trust only in Him.
He likes to show off for us.
He loves us. So much. So much more than we can imagine.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me financially, whether you gave $10 or $50 or $1,000 or more. Every single dollar matters, and without you, I would not be fully funded. Thank you SO MUCH for being part of my miracle. I can’t wait to journey with you by my side.
Until the whole world hears,
Mia
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever!” (Ephesians 3:20-21).
