Bound for Missions!

When God called my only son to serve Him on the foreign mission field, as his mom I received a call as well.  It was my responsibility to support my son as he prepared for his calling and when the time came, to give him up and send him off to follow God’s leading.

Many years ago, I settled something with God about my children (my 3 daughters and 1 son).  The safest and best place on earth for them was in the center of God’s will.  I raised them with this in mind.  This was a scary thing for me to do because immediately I was tempted with a powerful fiery dart, “What if God calls them to Africa?”  That was a significant question for me because years earlier when I was 21 years of age I had  proven to myself and God that I was serious about my renewed commitment to Him by declaring, “God, even if you call me to Africa, I will go.”  As it turned out I became a minister’s wife, raised 4 children, and taught in public school.

Was I relieved that God didn’t call me to Africa?  Honestly, I think I was.  Mainly because I don’t think my parents would have been able to handle me doing something like this and then to take their grandchildren so far away would have been too hard for them to understand.  Yet, in spite of that, I know that if He had of called me there, I would have gone.  How do I know this?  Because when God called my son to leave his birth land and establish his home on this “dark” continent, I understood the importance of being willing to follow God no matter what and I was empowered by my own experience years ago to release my son.

This was confirmed as my daughter-in-law hugged me for the last time and whispered to me, “Thank you for supporting us like you have.  It makes it so much easier on us to do this.”  I understood what she meant because Bobby had served for 2 years in South America and making sure he did not have to worry about how I was doing was a burden I was determined he would not have to carry.

This time then would be no different.  I faced this test with a strong trust in God that not only would He equip my son and daughter-in-law with everything they needed to be successful in following God’s will, He would give me everything I needed to let them go.

God has been faithful and 4 days after I tearfully hugged my son for the last time, I find that I AM stronger.  Two days of severe emotional pain taught me that surrender is often painful but not life threatening.   I know I have a ways to go before the tears are not always on the verge of spilling down my face, but I am confident that day will come.  Sometimes you are just going to hurt. But like the Scriptures promise, “Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes with the morning.” Psalm 30:5

You see, in my church there are several young people who have answered the call to foreign missions.  Therefore, the mom’s of these young people are approaching the path on which I now find myself.  So as Bobby, in a sense, is blazing the trail for these young people, so must I blaze the trail for the path their mom’s are facing.  I feel that for their sakes I must  depend upon the LORD to  minister to me as I walk this path so that I can minister to them when their time comes to surrender their children. And by God’s strength we will all discover that we too can do this hard thing!

Pam & Evan - One of the mom's I posted about!