I'm a missionary?

As many of you know I am embarking on a new journey-call it professional, call it personal…. It’s new. 



A new season. 



It makes sense that God would “call” me to something He wants me to “do”. Right? It makes sense that God would want me to grow, develop & change me in the process. It even makes sense that God would call me to something I enjoy! 

But it also makes sense that often when God calls… it isn’t easy. 



So I’m going to be a missionary. 

What does that mean exactly? 



As many people know at first glance one of the practical facets of missionary work entails fundraising & fundraising entails courage & courage entails sharing & sharing leads to asking. Talk about being vulnerable. “Hey, yeah God is calling me to do this thing… but I can’t do it without your help. Will you help me?” 



Another facet of being a missionary is that I am really not calling the shots “in charge” if you will; The great part is, I am on this sort of exotic, breathtaking journey that God is leading & Orchestrating & inventing every single day. Exciting yes. 
Frightening yep. Out of control-sure. 



So why is it that I fear not calling the shots, having some control? Why is it that I question whether God will really be able to pull this off? Is it a lack of faith? Or is it fear? 



Fear of realizing that I really don’t know “the plans He has for me,” & that the only way to find out is to get to the point where I actually admit it. Yes, that’s right, the God of the universe, the God who created you and me… well that God may, just may hold my purpose, & the plan for my life. And it’s up to me to get up and say, “yep, I want that.” 



As I share with others the amazing life changing opportunity I have to share the Good news… the best news–the purpose of a life chasing the concept & reality of Jesus… as I have the privilege of walking along side, discipling, encouraging & mentoring curious, open minded and sometimes lost college students. 



I am encouraged to know that God is not only faithful- He is going before me. Sometimes I feel like He’s running ahead. Sometimes I feel like we’re in slow motion together. And sometimes I can’t even see my own hand in front of my face. 



So I guess I’m reminded that God doesn’t lead us down dead-ends, He isn't in the business of pulling rugs out from underneath us, That isn’t how God entertains himself. I am so thankful for the reminder that God is in charge.

I am thankful He has a plan… a fantastic plan & that God is faithful… deeply faithful. 
So what's my job... well, open my mouth I guess… to share and to ask. To depend on God & to depend on others. 



So, I open my mouth. 

I pray & I trust. 

I share & I ask. 

I hope & I believe.