It’s 2-18-13,
and I just got word that we were not returning to bush camp that day as planned. A decision was made to wait until the next day. In my journal I made the following comment:
(Thank Goodness!)
Unfortunately, I hadn’t made as much progress as I would like to claim in moving out of the selfish perspective that shadowed my every thought. (Not proud of this, but I’m trying to be honest here and it is what it is! or should I say ‘was‘).
Remember that verse I mentioned previously, Philippines 4:6-7?
6 Don’t worry about anything, but in everything, through prayer and petition with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God. 7 And the peace of God, which surpasses every thought, will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
Well, folks, I was struggling with that one. It just wasn’t happening for me. I was like a duck out of water. I am a country gal who thrives on lush green grass, green trees of various types minus the thorns, (the only tree with thorns around my home is locust, but it redeems itself with luscious smelling blossoms in the spring!) and four defined seasons. I had left all of that and this new place I had come to, in my opinion, left a lot to be desired.
After lunch that day, God ordained that I would have a talk with my son’s boss who was visiting us and would be joining us at bush camp the following day. He was closer to my own age (it’s not much fun being the only old person around and having no one to relate to on that level) and I think that made it easier for me to talk with him. We talked about the seriousness of the problem back in the USA of falling short of our goals for the various mission offerings our missionaries and programs depend upon. Fewer missionaries are being sent to the mission fields in large part due to a lack of funds. Now I know that doesn’t thwart God’s plans but the sad part of that is what it does to the morale of our missionaries. Not to mention, how it deprives those of us who are to be giving to these mission offerings of the joy we could have in spending our money as God would desire and not so much on fulfilling our own desires. (Coming down off my soapbox now!)
May I preface the above paragraph with a comment (rather humorous now but at the time I wasn’t laughing-much) that exposes more of my self-centeredness than I care to admit. Nevertheless, here goes.
I feel God got me to that particular mission field on false pretenses. (I may not have mentioned this before, but God does have a sense of humor at times) For the sake of holding my newborn grandson, spending time with him, his dad, and his mom, I was willing to do whatever I had to do to accomplish that. (Did you know that my husband, returned after 3 weeks without me? This meant I would be traveling home and changing planes 3 times from across that vast ocean all by myself. And I highly dislike traveling alone)
But God had a plan for me and it was just beginning to unfold.
If I only knew then what I know now!
Being the Mom of a Missionary 
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