When my husband and I headed overseas, my soul was one giant, multicolored ball of playdough.
There was the largest lump, the lemony yellow of excitement–finally pursuing a dream I’d previously shelved under “not gonna happen.”
We get it. The journey to overseas missions can feel like you’re trying to build a plane midair. With a root beer can, scotch tape, and a plastic flower. On the hard days, it’s possible you need some unshakable truth as you head overseas.
So today we’ve cobbled together a free printable infographic with some truths to hang your hat on, even if some days it feels like an overlarge sombrero. Post this in a cupboard, on a bathroom mirror, or tucked in all those books you’re reading for your training.
And chew on God’s promises for you in this journey.
Editor’s note: We’re stoked to feature this article from another one of Go. Serve. Love’s round table partners, Support Raising Solutions. (Yes! That organization is a thing.) In our quest to present you overseas fully-funded, we’re happy to welcome back the indomitable Jenn Fortner, support-raising expert extraordinaire.
In my time as a support coach, I have yet to see a ministry worker not make it to the field because they were unable to raise their budget as fully funded missionaries. I’ve seen people not go to the field because they got engaged, accepted a different job, or had medical issues—but it has yet to be money that has kept someone from going to the ministry they felt called to.
The journey overseas gets long, belabored with details and fundraising and emotions that somehow resemble peppering by a paintball gun.
Sure, you could go through the motions. But the Psalms speak of our souls blessing God.
So tape these babies up on a bathroom mirror or inside a cabinet, or tuck them in your books or Bible, or position them on your desk (whose surface is likely about to disappear right about now, either beneath papers or sold right out from under them). Memorize these like the gold they are (see Psalm 19:9-10).
It was a big “aha!” for me when I realized God wanted me to do his will even more than I did.
I used to think I needed to be alert for the smallest sign, the slightest indication of what He wanted. Wasn’t that being surrendered? I thought. But for me, I was a bit afraid of missing the signs. I ended up traipsing around on spiritual eggshells, deciphering some Christian version of the tea leaves.