The one reason I didn't ever want to consider missions or even teaching abroad was because I was afraid God would ask me to go to Africa. I don't like things outside of my comfort zone.
Africa - specifically Ethiopia - was waaaaaaay outside the zone. I have a problem with claustrophobia and I'm a terrible eater when it comes to strange foods. I admit it - I have issues. I immediately wondered if this could possibly have anything to do with learning about how much God loved me. Oh yes it did.
I was already working for Adoption Ministry of Youth With A Mission Ethiopia but I had agreed to work on the website, create a blog, do paper work, talk with families on the phone... not to do anything crazy like actually go to Ethiopia. But Joy (our ministry director) wanted me to go, the board paid for my ticket and my dear friend Liane was going too. It was clearly what God had in mind for me.
So my husband dropped me at LAX where I was going to fly to Washington DC and meet up with Joy and Liane and we'd continue on to Ethiopia. Then I got a call from Liane saying they had missed their flight and that I should just go ahead and go and that they'd meet me in Ethiopia - 2 days later. (There are only a few flights per week to Addis Ababa on this airline.)
Meet me in Ethiopia? Are you kidding me? Did they know this is a third world country? Did they forget who they were dealing with here?
(You'll notice that I'm using my large font option here for emphasis, in case you can't tell that going to Ethiopia was a teensy bit uncomfortable for me.)
Yes, Abebe would meet me at the airport and everything would be fine. So I spent the five hours from L.A. to D.C. in unceasing prayer. I was very spiritual. (That's what happens to you when you face an impossible thing.)
I'm sure I looked like someone with a serious mental health issue -no color in my skin, hands covering my face, rocking back and forth. I could not believe this was happening. But as we descended into Dulles, after wrestling with God the whole way, I finally told Him "Okay, I'll do it. You are in charge, not me. But You have to be my Traveling Companion, Travel Agent, Concierge, Interpreter and in-country Host. And please help me not throw up."
As it turned out, our flight was late and I missed the connection to Ethiopia so Joy and Liane met me there and we had two days in Washington D.C. during the peak of cherry blossom time, courtesy of United Airlines.
It was a gift. And so obviously God saying, "I love you Becky!" He would have given me whatever I needed if I'd gone on to Africa that day. But whether I went or not, He did want me to know whether or not I would trust Him.
Do you ever tell God, "Please don't ever ask me to _______"?
I'm finding that if you're praying (or even thinking) one of those prayers, while at the same time asking Him to help you know Him more, He just might use what you thought you could never do to get the other prayer answered. That's not how I would do it but then, what do I know?
I have never felt so unworthy of someone's giving. Never.
I know this was a long post. I know that sharing a few pictures doesn't really convey what I experienced. I've looked at many pictures like these that others have shared and completely missed the feelings associated with them. You have to be there.
But I wanted to share them because I want to encourage you not to wait as long as I did to say 'yes' to God. It probably will look very different than my experience. But I can tell you that there is nothing in the world like cooperating with God and taking a step of faith. He makes it WORTH IT.