I just got back from a 1 week mission trip in Haiti. It was my 2nd time in that country and my 4th time walking the streets of a 3rd world country. It was both incredible and difficult…it moved my heart in painful ways and joyful ways. The entire time my brain spun around the ideas of spiritual transformation, discipleship and organizational development. I thought about the neighborhood, the kids in the orphanage and the staff of the organization. I wanted so badly to talk out loud, to process and to dream, but I couldn’t. In addition to painting and doing odd jobs that needed to get done around the orphanage, our team took the kids to VBS so that the staff could have a weekend retreat. My team went with the kids while I went with a board member to lead some training and team building sessions with the staff during their retreat weekend. By the time I re-connected with my 17 other teammates, I began to see and feel like I had been on a completely different mission trip…different from them…and different from anything I had ever done or seen God do with and through me on previous mission trips.
Last night I spent some time with a family I knew from a previous church. They were missionaries for years and know that God has given me a strong heart for missions. When they asked me about my most recent international adventure I gladly shared about Haiti and how I saw God’s heart unveiled during those short 7 days. A family friend later followed up by asking me what I was planning for my next overseas adventure. I was not ready for that question…
Truth is, I have nothing planned. There was a time when I had my entire life planned. My sense of calling was so sound and sure. Which is funny because none of those things that I was so sure about have played out the way I expected or wanted or thought they would. The process of transformation and sanctification that accompanied my pursuit of those plans makes me confident that God’s hands were all over that time in my life. Oddly enough, as that season of intense growth/healing/transformation was coming to an end, I came to sense that God was asking me to hold my life plans open-handed and trust Him for what He had in store…
Since then I have clung to Hebrews 11:8 as my “this season of life” verse and have followed the leading of God and the doors he’s opened. He’s taken me see His work in Ghana and Haiti. I’ve watched God work in Annapolis through church plants (modeling 2 different yet beautiful expressions of church). I have been actively involved in church and ministry…seeing both success and failures accompanied by growth and God’s Glory. Now, with this most recent trip, I find myself wrestling with the idea of calling and trusting and being “open-handed” more than I have in years.
I can’t remember what or how I actually responded to last night’s question, “what’s next?” I’m struggling to process my last trip, which, if I’m honest, was the most personally challenging mission trip/ministry event that I’ve been involved with. I’m trying to sort through Truth and the marks of the enemy…pride and expectations…my hand forcing things vs. a glimpse at what the Lord is doing. At the end of the day I’m standing here still not knowing exactly what I want to be or will be when I grow up.
Oh, I am open…open to whatever the Lord has…but I stare blankly ahead (or maybe I’m open to everything that is something other than this seemingly ambiguious state that I seem to be in today). Is it because the Lord is wanting me to rely on Him for today and not worry about tomorrow? Or am I wandering around this life haphazardly because I have no vision for a specific goal or purpose? I wish I knew…I want so badly to know, but I don’t. I mean, I am certain that God put me on that team that went to Haiti last week, He’s allowed me to sit where I’m sitting today and I might even be able to guess what will happen tomorrow…to some extent. But in the grand scheme of things I have no idea what will come to be. (I’m a big picture person…believe me when I say this drives me crazy).
As my friend’s question, “what’s next” mixes in with all the processing and contemplation I’m doing over my most recent trip, I feel myself getting stuck on the ideas of faith vs. vision. How do we reconcile having a vision for life and ministry while walking with God open-handed, trusting that He will guide and direct our steps? Am I selling myself short because I have lost that sense of vision and purpose that I once had? Or is my Faith growing stronger because, as Abraham did, I find myself in a season of walking with and serving God, not knowing exactly where I am going to end up? (OR for sake of being relevant to the question at hand: not knowing where I’m going to be sent next, what I will do there and for how long I will stay…)
Am I the only one who struggles with having vision vs. having faith when you can’t see farther than two steps ahead? I can’t be…