Sitting at a coffee shop, I called my dad to check in from Kathmandu before my team and I left for 12 days in a village. He asked me how I was and when I’d be leaving for my last country. I told him in a month we’d leave.
“It’s a bummer,” I said. “A lot of parents are actually coming to the Philippines.”
“What do you mean parents are coming?” He asked me.
So I told him about PVT, a trip planned for the last leg of the race for parents to spend a week on the field doing ministry alongside their kids. It’s called Parent Vision Trip. I never brought it up to either of my parents, not wanting them to feel the financial burden of it. My reason for bringing it up was not even to invite him, just to say I wish he’d be there.
His response was not at all what I expected. He said it was possible. He said he really wanted to come. And since I’ve seen my family twice in the last two years, I was pretty excited too. Without promising, he told me he’d do everything he could.
So I began praying. Hebrews tells us unbelief can shut the door but faith will open it. So I believed it, too. I believed God would remove any hindrance that would prevent my dad from coming. I asked for financial blessing. And I believed so strongly there wasn’t a doubt in my mind.
This is more than my dad’s first time leaving the country. It’s the difference between him experiencing God in the midst of the nations and going on without knowing the power of missions for himself. I want him to understand the calling on his daughter’s life. Not because he doesn’t support it, but because seeing God move for yourself is nothing like any story you could ever be told.
I left for the village, knowing that prayer is the only way to be helpful now. But it’s okay, because I was opening the door with my faith.
I called my dad this morning on the international phone, just to make sure he’d be able to come. I was certain he’d say yes.
I was wrong. He told me he just can’t afford it. I offered what money I had to help and we talked about every possible way to make it work. I wasn’t ready to give up and he didn’t seem to be either.
He told me he’d go over all the numbers again. I know he doesn’t want to let me down. But I can’t expect him to choose this over paying his bills on time.
So I’m asking for your help. The cost of PVT is $2,000. The remaining support I have to raise for the race is also $2,000. I’m asking you to forget about that and in replacement of supporting my trip consider making a way for my dad to come to PVT.
I know that God’s resources are plenty to provide for both. But I have 5 days for my dad to commit to coming, and 3 months to become fully funded. So if God is calling you to give, let it be to this.
Quite frankly, I’m sick of treating money be the end all be all. God is the end all be all. Money is not our God. I’m sure every person reading this has struggled financially at one point or another. But God has been convicting me why. God doesn’t want fear attached to something he has an dominion over. God controls money. Money does not control us. He doesn’t want an idol to form from paper that has no value in His kingdom anyway. He won’t let it stop His plans. He doesn’t want us to have fear towards it. And He doesn’t want us to have fear in sharing it, either. So if you’re in a financial crunch, know that God gives you no fear. And if you’re able to support someone in one, know that money is no object to the Lord. He’ll replenish it and then some. And It’s attainable to us as his children just by asking with a pure heart.
Know that the words in this blog are empty unless God is blessing them. I know it is not my job to ask you, but His. It’s not your job to listen to me either, but to God we are all obliged.
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If the full amount is not support raised we will use what we’re given to make it work.
Thank you all in advance for your kindness and prayers.
