I didn’t realize it a few months ago, but this season during quarantine has been a gift from the Father for me. More and more I realize that God is asking for joyful surrender, and yet He gives me extra time withy family before I leave for such a long time. I’ve spent these last few months with my two beautiful baby nephews. Before COVID, I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to meet the youngest before I had to leave. Now, I get the delight of spending time with them nearly ever day until it’s time to go.
I am also so happy to say that God has come through once again, and I am now fully funded! All I am waiting for is for the countries to open up, and for visas to come through so I can launch. Having never done anything like this before, the mixture of joy to fulfill God’s calling on my life, and the sadness of leaving my family for so long is a potent and unfamiliar combination of emotions. I am grateful for the favor the Father has shown me, and for the assurance that He will be with me through every step.
I’ve been learning the local language through Zoom calls with my teacher. She lives in Central Asia, so the calls are pretty early in the morning. I’m so fortunate to be able to prepare like this before I go. I am anticipating some pretty strong culture shock, and I believe knowing the language, even a little, will help soften the blow just bit.
God’s faithfulness and love knows no bounds. I’m so grateful that He makes it a habit to use even the wretched. I don’t know how he will do it, so for now I will be satisfied to simply obey. Here’s a hymn that’s been on my heart:
Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
naught be all else to me, save that thou art--
thou my best thought by day or by night,
waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
thou my great Father, I thy true son;
thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.
Be thou my battle shield, sword for my fight;
be thou my dignity, thou my delight,
thou my soul's shelter, thou my high tow'r:
raise thou me heav'n-ward, O Pow'r of my pow'r.
Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
thou mine inheritance, now and always:
thou and thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.
High King of heaven, my victory won,
may I reach heaven's joys, O bright heav'n's Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
still be my vision, O Ruler of all.