I'm going to Africa - but, if you've been on my Facebook or have email...you most likely already know this. I found out about two months ago there was a trip and then about a month ago I found out I was going on the trip. I haven't even made it to the airport yet and my heart and life are already forever changed.
Where to start? Well, first and foremost - I joined a new small group. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G group of ladies. Seriously. You will definitely begin to understand why as you read on.
So, to rewind a few weeks (roughly 3): some things occurred in my personal life that led me to the revelation that I have never recognized value in myself. Put more bluntly: subconsciously, I've viewed myself as worthless. To quickly sum all this up: in alot of ways I felt my problems, my hurts, my joys, and me were not worth time and energy.
This filtered over into my preparation for Africa. As I went to our mandatory meetings, I began to feel like I wasn't good enough to go. I wasn't worth the money I was being given because I felt I wasn't going to raise enough support to go, therefore it was going to "waste."
As I very clearly saw this was an issue, I began to pray and share. Ironically, sharing was the harder of the two. But, as I opened up with my discipleship partner, small group and a few close friends, the Lord has gradually worked on my view of my value. Am I still struggling with this? Very much so, but I've made progress.
Part of this has come in being humbled, not only in asking for money but in receiving it. I've never had to put myself in a place where I couldn't be independent. I have a good job, a good education, a car, a house, a family, etc. I don't want for anything, yet I'm at a huge disadvantage (in some ways) spiritually because of this.
This Africa trip is the first time I've had to be dependent on the Lord to provide for me. I couldn't afford this trip on my own. Four weeks ago, I calculated how much I could pull out of savings. I prayed - alright Lord, if you could just provide $2500 for the trip, I can do the rest.
I wrote my support letter and put it out there. Scary. Scary to admit you need support. Scary to think you might fail. Scary to think this isn't what the Lord wants for you. Scary because it made me fully rely on the Lord to come through.
I waited. Week one I got my fundraising update: I had $100. Panic set in - that fear of failure crept up.
So, I prayed - alright, God, maybe You don't want me to go? Maybe this isn't what you had for me. Maybe I heard you wrong? And then I had people ask - you really expect to go? You only have a few weeks to raise the money.
I began to doubt this was what the Lord wanted and thought of throwing in the towel. A few more people donated and I had 10% of my funds on the next update I received. More panic set in - I had about 25 days or so left before I was getting on a plane to Africa.
So, I prayed. I was on the fence if I should even try, but the Lord HAD provided money. So, I made the scarier decision to continue pursuing raising money for this trip. I shared with my small group one night about how stressed I was about the trip. Stressed because I was 90% away from my goal. And I was discouraged.
So they prayed. I got a mid-week update from our trip leader (unusual) with encouragement. I had been given an anonymous donation of $600. Once more - thank you, whoever you are; you'll never know how much that meant.
I kept praying - I know I'm meant to go on this trip. The money will be provided and I won't have to take money out of my savings. Last Monday, I was $1,800+ short of my goal. We're cutting it a little close there. Michelle, one of my small group leaders and someone also going on the trip, suggested I do a garage sale. I spent time praying about it and felt that's what the Lord wanted me to do.
This past Thursday was our last Africa meeting before we left and I asked our team leader if she could just check to see how I was coming along financially for the trip. A few people here and there mentioned they donated.
Can I just say - I'm moved by people giving to my trip. Downright stunned, humbled and overwhelmed. I really don't think anything has really affected my heart in such a personal way as this experience.
Iris, our team leader, told me someone who I have never met, donated an astounding $800. WOW. I had no words. I cried my entire drive home. I've never felt such a weight in my heart to give. I found out that the guy who gave me the money was someone from the guy's small group. Even in writing this, I'm still amazed and emotional over this.
As of Thursday, I was $900+ away from my goal. I was allowed to set up a table at someone else's garage sale, which was incredibly nice of them. They donated all the money they raised throughout the day to my trip. I raised close to $400, including their donation. Oh, and I can't forget to mention that MOST of the items sold were not mine - they were donated by ladies in my small group, friends, and my parents.
I had all of my money as of Tuesday. Talk about faithfulness. Want to challenge your faith? Go on a trip where you have to raise funds - that changes you.
I started this blog on Monday, but couldn't finish it. The Lord said this part of the story wasn't over - I wasn't supposed to finish until I could say I had all the money I needed. I have the money - I'm packing my suitcase and waiting on laundry as I write this. Tomorrow starts the next part of the story.
Tomorrow will be the first time I go to Africa. First time I travel internationally. First time to serve on a mission trip like this. First time to experience a completely new culture. First time to really go on an adventure. There's no turning back (not that I want to) and I'm so stinking excited to see what will happen. I think it will be BIG - it already has been.
