Saturday, July 13, 2013

Musings while we wait

Hello, world. :)

We're moved in and semi-settled with Mr. & Mrs. John Mansfield, and it's been a blast. It's so great to be in community and no longer far away in Hutto. Ecclesiastes talks about this I'm pretty sure.. You know, the bit about a time for moving closer and a time for moving far, far away. A time for hectic support raising, and a time for other non-support related activities. Very Biblical.

We are hovering, folks, on that 50% mark. And here we have plopped. And we wait. And we call and we make appointments and they cancel and we call and we actively wait. We have 2 1/2 weeks to be fully funded -18 days!

Many of the support stories I hear are of God coming through crazy big at the last minute, but man am I just praying for some mercy here. And while I'm praying for God to move and show mercy by fully funding us SOONER rather than later, what I've realized is I've neglected my quiet time these past couple weeks. I mean, sure, I've flipped open the Bible and journaled a bit, but not the devotion I'd like to have. When we sold the house, got all moved out, finished up the repairs, I hit a bit of a wall. Is there a more proper name for the "I have ARRIVED!" complex? It happens after big life-moments, you know. Graduation, landing a job, finally quitting a job, getting married, I would presume after having a kiddo or finalizing that adoption... There's always the temptation to fall into that trap. And then life keeps going and goals and deadlines keep approaching. 

I think I've treated my quiet time like that. "I'm here. I made it. Whew." I've worked really hard on many things since then, but not my time with my Father. 

[Please insert your own transitional sentence to avoid abrupt subject change.] 

People keep asking me how I'm doing, if I'm excited, etc., and the real answer is that I don't really know. I'm joyful! I'm looking forward to the future! But I would imagine I'm a bit like a marathoner rounding the last turn heading into the final few miles and my mileage time is 50% below what it should be. Or maybe 30% below. Whatever. Just behind. 

And the lesson in perseverance deepens.

People I love have stepped out of the support-raising race, not because it's "too hard" or anything, but because God has showed them a change in plans. I feel a little bit like I've lost some team mates -- not any that are in our team going to Greece, but companions nonetheless.

And speaking of going to Greece [I have GOT to work on my transition sentence skills], still no word on our visas. Keep praying. Well, yes there's been word, but that word is that in the 6 years of the ministry, Greek visas have not been an uncommon prayer request for the final months up to departure. Also, if something goes wrong with them, the people heading all of it up are very smart and make very wise decisions, and God knows best. So we wait.

We wait for financial support to come in, we wait for the August 1st deadline to hit, we wait for word on our visas, we wait for my renewed passport to arrive in the mail, we wait for the crock pot to chirp so we can have dinner.

Ooo, the most fun thing I've waited for was the home made mint chocolate chip ice cream to finish churning! It was so good. 

I can tell you though that what I'm done waiting on is for I-don't-know-what to happen so that I'll spend time with Jesus. If you've been waiting for the same something, now is a really good time to practice obedience. I will, too. Bible time.

Catch you on the other side. 


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