Here we are in the unknown beauty of Miami(I can’t leave the airport) on an 11 hour layover before an 11 hour flight to Istanbul (another airport I cannot leave) then 2 more till Albania. We just sent off half of our squad to Serbia. *glistening proud sister water eyes* However, that is not the start of our missionairy journey.
Here is the deal. God is going to move. He is going to be at work. He is going to get things done. And you and I have the ability to walk along side of what He is doing. You have the choice to wrestle with that or be a vessel with that. Going on a special trip doesn’t suddenly make you better than anyone or more impowered than anyone. It simple helps your focus in on how your daily life should already look.
Story time;
With one day till launch Molly (my teammate) points out that she doesn’t have an airporter to cover her hiker pack in the airport (this is an essential item to avoid having your pack ripped and your straps broken during travel days) so we decided to get an uber with some of the free time that we were finally blessed with to get one. Beliving it to be a good idea and not wanting her to go alone, three of us loaded into our uber’s car. It was a simple mission for an important task. (It wasn’t till arriving at the store that we realized we should have asked someone first if we could go, sorry AIM.)
The second driver was a nice woman, lets say her name was Nancy, and Ms. Nancy automaticaly was conversational and we wanted to know about her and felt like this was a different drive. This drive was going to be important. Ms. Nancy had a crusifix hanging from her reer view mirror. A perfect opportunity to talk about my number one interest. Jesus.
“I see you have a Cross, are you a Christian?”
“Oh no, my mom used to make me go to church as a kid and I stopped going when I got older.”
She thought it was a funny question because lately people have been coming up to her and inviting her to church. She felt as though she had, “devil” written on her forehead. A devestating thing to hear someone think. After some prayer and a few topic changes, the door opened up again naturally. A nice place to pop in some truth. She did not belong to Satan. The reason people kept inviting her to church was because God was calling her into community with him.
Silence. From everyone. I began wondering if I misspoke, but then it happened. She wiped away a few tears and I realized, I didn’t even speak, it was God using me as a vessel. All I had to do was be there. The topic of God was just a natural overflow of my relationship with God.
We prayed with her before leaving and she thanked us, but honestly it wasn’t us. It was just God letting us have a chance to play a small part in Ms. Nancy’s story. Look for God opportunities. If you want God to use you like a missionary, ask Him to give you opportunities, AND be obedient to those. Sometimes it looks like feeding an orphan in South Africa, sometimes it looks like telling your uber driver that God loves em. Nothing is less than another task if you are doing it for the kingdom. You can do missions in your every day life.
So don’t start doing missions, start living it.
(Disclaimer, this blog was not posted until 6:50 pm tuesday the 8th, right before boarding to Istanbul!)
Prayer Request:
-Safe flight
-Team Unity
-Team boldness
-The women I call Nancy
-A good energetic transition
