She asked if I’d help and I was hesitant.
“I don’t want to say yes and not do it well. I want to make sure it’s right for me, want to make sure I can connect.”
I told her I knew nothing about being a Missions leader because, well…I’m just not a mission type person. It’s all so foreign and far away. I’m not worldly thinking. I told her I’d look into it, see what a leader should look like, don’t want to do it halfway.
All the countries, all the places all over the world and “Shoot! I’m afraid to even get on a plane!”
All my life I’ve considered my work my mission, called it that sometimes.
poverty, abuse, homelessness and suicide
My mission field is my work.
Still, I promised I would consider leading and the deadline to tell her, I missed it, but knew she was waiting to hear, waiting for me to pray about it.
I hadn’t until just now.
Asked God, “Clarify to me what you would have me do.”
Last week I met someone who described faith in action as being a deliverer of God’s kingdom right where you are to as many people as possible, to just start a spread.
I read in Matthew, a parable of an invitation to a wedding, unopened by many, ignored by many.
Then today, thinking about the question, the nomination…I journaled again, the words of Jabez…Bless me indeed, adding little words…good things, best things, right things.
Then on to the next line, a simple, vulnerable, powerful prayer…
Enlarge my territory.
I stopped, knew it then, underlined the words, straight solid and bold.
I researched the goals, the purpose of WMU and I decided to help.
Woman’s Missionary Union challenges Christian believers to understand and be radically involved in the mission of God.
To be challenged to understand more and to be radically involved.
To help the women and girls of my church as believers becoming more involved in things we see as “foreign”.
Linking up to hurriedly talk about help for Five Minute Friday…I think I took longer, though.