The Mission

A few months ago, I told you how I feel about progress and what changed my mind. I hear there's one on practically every corner in Peru. That's all the confirmation I need.

When our church group went to Peru last month, I didn't feel compelled to go. I guess the yearning started when I wrote this post, and got stronger with this one. I had no idea that our church would return, but from the minute it was announced (while the team was still away)...I knew. After they returned and I got to hear a little of what happened, I knew.

I've been praying for confirmation because this is not something I can do without God. The finances, the childcare while R works swing shift, not to mention leaving my family for 2 weeks and going to a country that requires communication skills far beyond No Habla Español...not that comforting. I gotta' tell you that the Lord has a big task in front of Him. Good thing He can handle it.

My Sunday School lesson this week was about believing God. Do I truly believe Him for this? As I prepared the lesson, I knew He was asking me if I do. The answer is yes. I believe God because He is trustworthy & faithful (Hebrews 11). He has proven Himself over and over to me, especially during the past year.

I want to believe God, and not just in this, because

• It's my calling (John 6:29)
• It pleases God (Hebrews 11:6)
• I will be empowered (Ephesians 1:18-20)
• I will see His glory (John 11:40)
• I will be a witness for Him (Isaiah 43:10)

Friends (and after all the loving comments on my "Confessional" post a few days ago, I feel even stronger that we are friends), I am asking for your prayers. I have a little less than a year...which seems like a long time, but not that much when I look at all that needs to be done. I'll be soon be sharing what I feel I've got to do to prepare, and updating you on the progress. I can't help but feel the trip itself is going to be the culmination of more changes in my life. I'm both excited and terrified. But God is good.

Oh, lest you take me seriously, the Starbucks wasn't really a confirmation. My hubby telling me that he also knows I'm supposed to go took care of that, but isn't it cool how God poured some icing on the cake?