|Why exactly is this called GREENland?|
I feel so privileged that she and so many others entrust me with their hurts and their hopes simply because, when they ask, I tell them I am a missionary. I find that I somehow ascribed some supernatural power to missionaries that was not available to the average mortal. The expectation was higher, the accountability was higher, and the results were better. Now that I’m the one called missionary I am afraid I cannot measure up to that lofty image I’d created. I’m just a simple me. I muck things up, miss cues, and fumble for words…the right words. But those moments when people like Sara reveal the pain and seek consolation in relationship…those moments are where we find the Holy Spirit creating something beautiful.
It would most certainly be a fallacy to think that a missionary’s life is filled with only those kinds of moments. We, more than anyone, wish that were so. Instead we spend days working on the practical before we get that one moment where the presence of God reminds us why what we do as missionaries is such an amazing opportunity.
Thank you for walking with me as I seek the Spirit before setting one foot in front of the other. I’ll be back to share more in the Field Ministry Blog when I return to Africa in May.
Thank you and God bless you!