Eyes to See, Ears to Hear

That’s not actually my hand in the picture, not actually my money either. Metaphorically it could be though. Here’s the deal. I had a really easy choice in selling and leaving everything to go to the mission field. I thought it was all due to my bountiful faith in God and that He’ll provide. But, as our cost to make the move to Africa has increased by thousands over the past week or two, I discovered our savings account was sort of a security blanket for me. Kind of like I had one hand with my fingers crossed behind my back when I proclaimed, “God will provide.” Little did I know that the provision would call for me to sacrifice what I surely didn’t want to let go of.
I’m stretching big time inside with this lesson. I didn’t realize I was placing so much stability and security just in the fact that we had some money saved up in the bank. I’ve had that hold on to it so I can take advantage of future ministry opportunities and needs lie playing out in my philosophy and approach to missionary work… actually to my entire life regardless missionary or not. It became obvious to me (love deep talks with Dana – she is awesome) that I would rather keep money in our bank account just for the sake of my security than to spend it on equipment and supplies that will exponentially multiply my ability to impact people. Ouch. To put it plainly… I was putting my bank account above people… people… living… needing… breathing… hurting… people.

Today’s good: A renewed perspective on God’s favorite thing. Dana got some great new clothes to make her culturally appropriate in TZ.