There has been so much that has happened since I wrote on this thing in the fall. I had a great Christmas spent with family and friends and embarked on my last semester of college! Ready to take the world by storm.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of homework, papers, youth group, chorale, friends, and work, I began to think the ominous question, "What do I do when I get out of here??" As you probably know, I am a missions major at Moody Bible Institute so that means I want to be in full-time Christian ministry overseas. But what does that really mean, practically speaking? Being a full-time missionary seems so far off in the distant future, with months and months, maybe years in between preparing, strategizing, raising funds, seeking the Lord. I didn't (and I still don't) know how to even start preparing for leaving the country, figuring out what God wants me to do.
While in the middle of this struggle to figure out what I should do, I was in the commons one day sitting eating lunch when I looked over to a recruiting table by the windows. Honestly, I just kind of felt bad for the two people standing there because no one was stopping and hearing what they had to say. I felt sympathy, so I walked over to see what ministry they were "selling". They were with BCIS, Bangkok Christian International School in Thailand. They were looking for missions minded teachers to come and work at the school. They had a spot for a librarian.
Long story short, I applied to work at this school in Thailand for a year. I prayed and prayed about it and felt no closed door, so I took the plunge and applied, putting it all in His hands. I have been waiting a month and there is no email, no call, no letter from these people. I am still waiting, but as graduation inches closer and leaving the country for chorale tour and my France internship, it seems that God is closing the door.
All I want in this life is to make much of God and less of me. I want to glorify the Lord of my life, so whether that means being in Thailand or Paris, or Grand Rapids, MI, I am going to do it. It seems like I will be in Grand Rapids in the fall, figuring out life. I know of an organization that works with refugees that come into Grand Rapids, helping them get accustomed to life in America. When I come home in the fall, I would LOVE to do that. Then I seek the Lord's direction and GO. I know I am called to overseas ministry. The WHERE and the WHO is what I need to find out.
Just one day at a time. One step at a time.
