Where did that come from?
29 Sep 2011 Leave a Comment
in Haiti Trip 2012 Tags: 410 Bridge, Chadirac, Haiti, mission trip, stepping out on faith, Stones Crossing Church
I think the decision to join the mission trip to Haiti may have surprised us as much as it has our friends and family, so let me tell about where this came from. The Haiti trip is being put together by Stones Crossing Church, which we have now attended exactly three times. Yep, I said 3 times. We have been part of Emmanuel Church of Greenwood, a near-by sister church, for three years. We have been in a small group through Emmanuel and quite happy there – we aren’t church shopping. But a couple of months ago Mr. Wonderful and I took part in the Amazing Race for married couples that was put on by Stones Crossing Church. In spite of my high hopes of winning the Grand Prize and our ultra-competiveness, we came in 354th, but we had a great time, and the experience really helped us pull through some hard times we had been having. So we decided to go check the church out. On our second visit, the minister told the congregation about the mission trip they were planning to Haiti in February. It was just the normal announcement time that most churches seem to do at the end of a service, and Mr. Wonderful was shuffling through the bulletin as usual, but I was captured. As I sat and listened to the minister tell us about the town of Chadirac and what the church hopes to do with there I was overwhelmed with this intense need to be a part of it. I turned to Mr. Wonderful and simply said, “I’m supposed to be on that trip!” Now, you have to understand, I’m not one is used to, or really even particularly likes to ”step out on faith.” I, like probably most mothers, really prefer to be in control of things. I make lists and plans about how to make my lists and plans. I want everything to make sense, be practical, and come in a nicely tied package. So taking something like this on is not in my nature, and I have second guessed this a million times over. But after going to the informational meeting, Mr. Wonderful began to feel called to this mission as well and somehow it does make sense. It was never in my plans to go to another church. It was never in my plans to join a mission trip. If I were to plan a mission trip, I would choose a country that spoke Spanish, where I could at least rely on whatever Spanish phrases I remember from college. But every step I take toward this mission trip, I grow more and more confident that it is God’s plan. So, I am prayerfully stepping out of my carefully organized comfort zone, and trying to discover God’s plan for myself, my family, and Chadirac, Haiti. And I have faith that even if I can’t see it now, God’s plan will be the prettiest tied package I have ever seen!
