I told you some time ago of my desire to go to Burkina Faso. Though it was not possible for me to make the trip this year, I find myself already quite settled that I need to pursue the possibility of the 2015 trip. I could spend this blog entry trying to explain my desire to go, but I will, perhaps, save that for another blog. It should be sufficient to mention here that I simply long to wrap my arms around the two boys I sponsor, to hug them and play and laugh and love on them. “Simply.” I simply long for this.
Chris Tomlin. There is love. This might be a good time to mention that I’m listening to this song. :)
Anyway, as is my routine, I spent the early part of my Friday evening in prayer. I lit my first candle and prayed for Israel; I lit my second candle and prayed for Syria; and I lit a third candle, and asked God to speak anything to my heart about Burkina Faso. He didn’t. Not in the way I’ve come to expect. So instead of looking for answers, I just allowed myself to be quiet and settled in God’s presence. All alone. It was, I confess, just what I needed. But it didn’t resolve my questions and concerns about the possibility of a Burkina trip next year. It didn’t answer the enormous issue of finances (and if you clicked the link in the first paragraph to look at the upcoming tour information, you know that finances are going to be an enormous issue for this girl). Still, there is something affirming about the silent and stillness of God’s presence.
I awoke this morning with the same questions, the same concerns. How am I ever going to make this happen?
And there is the crux.
It’s funny how God speaks to us, and how He teaches us.
I have a friend who likes to lead the conversation a particular direction to make his point. He will ask me questions and challenge me to think thoroughly about the matter. In the end, I will have come to some revelation about the topic. With human beings, with fallen man, of course there is a danger that I will be misled (even with the best intentions on either side of the equation) or that I will misunderstand. But I’m finding that God does this with me often, and there is such a safety therein because we know (by experience and by faith and by the witness of His Spirit in our lives) that He will not mislead us, that He is not mistaken, that He is patient to continue the dialogue long after we claim we understand, and that He is steadfast and faithful to plant those truths deep in our hearts so that they become convictions.
(Wow. I really do talk a lot, don’t I?)
Anyway, there was the crux: How am I going to make this happen?
I was quite looking for some other passage this morning–the one about us being the temple of God’s Spirit–and I stumbled upon the Growth verse, 1 Corinthians 3:7 (ESV);
So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth.
I am so quick to try and figure things out on my own, but the truth is, I can’t.
I can’t raise the money on my own.
Even if I did raise the money, I can’t ensure that nothing in life will prevent me from making the trip.
I can’t determine that there will be no emergencies at work or in my family.
I can’t make politics and weather cooperate with my travel plans.
I can’t force Compassion to offer the trip if I am the only sponsor to sign up.
I can’t guarantee that Joseph and Moise will be excited to see me.
None of it, folks. None of it is in my power.
What a relief! What a blessed revelation! Thank You, God!
But let’s not pretend there is no responsibility on my part. Or yours. If you are reading this blog, friend, you are somehow invested in my life. God brings the growth; and He requires that we plant and water seeds. The question becomes–what does that translate to as we are discussing this Compassion Sponsor Tour?
So what do I need from you, friend? Only you and God can determine what He is speaking to your heart. But might I offer a few suggestions?
And what does God require of me? That is a matter for many blogs to come.
And by the way–this is a good time to mention that there are many, many children waiting for Sponsors. It is not nearly as expensive as you think it is, and there is nothing as rewarding, nothing as wonderful as changing a child’s life. Compassion-dot-com. Go.