(this post will make little sense if you have not read The Call, part 1 first.)
Sensible! Logical! Of course God was sending us to Europe. I spoke fluent Hungarian and dear hubby was proficient in German. Ha! God would use those language abilities and send us to, say, somewhere like Austria where in certain villages both languages are spoken.
Besides the language, there were a myriad of other reasons: our best missionary friends, at that time, were all somewhere on that continent; we had taken a couple of short term missions trips to Europe, one to Holland and the other to Germany and loved both; growing up as first generation Americans, we both understood the mentality of the European culture (in other words, no major culture shock to expect); and finally, thinking of places in Austria made we want to leave ASAP as visions of The Sound of Music danced in my head.
Incredible the patience the Father must have had as my mind jumped to so many inaccurate conclusions. His whisper of “trust me” was breathed as He solidly closed that door to Europe.
“Are you kidding me?” I asked Mike. “No, look- it’s officially on letterhead” he replied. He was holding a letter from the world missions department of our fellowship, which in effect stated that they were not accepting any new applications for missionaries to Europe.
It was unthinkable! What kind of person writes a letter like that!? I was in a tizzy. Great, time to pray some more. (Not that I mind praying, but when one has to go before the Almighty after thinking her spiritual maturity was at the helm of all those assumptions, well, you get the picture).
So once again I found myself having to surrender to a deeper obedience. (Interesting how that fit into a nice little sentence when the reality of it was more like a Shakespearean play!) Through prayer and Bible reading, God once again spoke to me, assuring me with an invitation and another step of faith. This time the 12th verse of Philippians 3 was my rhema word of the moment:
“but I press on to lay hold of and make my own, that for which Christ Jesus has laid hold of me and made me His own.”
It was inspirational motivation! A needed reminder (or revelation?) that there was a specific purpose for my life, a reason He took hold of my life. Yes, to be saved and spend eternity with Him, but besides that there was a plan for me here on earth before that eternity begins, and part of that plan, at this point in my life, was to be a missionary – in the country of His choosing.
Happy to oblige, I responded “Yes, Lord, I’ll go anywhere you send us, as long as it’s not to Mexico or to Ethiopia”.
I guess I had more ‘pressing on’ to do, eh? Now this post is getting quite lengthy, so I’ll have more ‘splainin to do in The Call, part 3. And by the way, I’ll tell you the truth behind that letter we got!