So mission is over. I’ve been back here for a week now and I am still mulling over everything that went on and straining to find an answer to the question, “How was mission?” The best answer I have managed to provide is that it wasn’t fun, but it was rewarding. There is just so much that happened. So many memories, so many challenges, so many confrontations. So much went on in our lives, but as a consequence, most that went on occurred in our hearts. And as is the nature of mission, you go obediently, expecting and planning to give everything away, and come back having gained far more than you could possibly muster to give.
We had a team of 8 very mismatched people, who ended up complimenting each other perfectly. We loved on the children of the slums – hugged them, blew bubbles with them, gave them piggy back rides, and watched as they loved us back, giggled with us and talked to us. We cared for them – bandaged their wounds, washed their hair, helped with the pre-natal checks, took temperatures, and prayed. We built connections with the locals and spread the love of Jesus Christ and just watched His love come on those people. We taught in the schools, ran church services, aided in ministry, built, cleaned walls, administered pregnancy tests and answered peoples’ questions about God. But most of all we sat with them, ate, worked, talked and did life with them. But for me, Cambodia became a place; a reality with real people, with real pain, with steadfast memories. I found God there all over again. And now that I’ve found Him there, I know He’ll always be there to catch up if I ever find myself in that place again. More of the world has become my responsibility – and with that escalated responsibility, my heart has become bigger. I literally saw God write His stories in that place – and the amazing thing is that we weren’t the instigators of these stories; we were merely part of them.
We caught many beautiful moments; but for the most part, what we saw we could never hope to catch on camera. We saw lives change, we saw each other change, we saw a whole new country and became aware of the reality of the overwhelming poverty that is present in the world. We became aware of how blessed we are to live in this country, yet how much our creature comforts prove to be hindrances to our walk with God. These people who had, quite literally, next to nothing, showed us so much love and compassion due to the fact that they found their joy in sustainable sources. Their joy was genuine and real and they were not held back from loving by past experiences or worries about social security. They understood God in His organic form; they see His provision because they NEED Him to provide and cannot get by otherwise. We, on the other hand, safeguard ourselves with money and possessions, and never leave room for God to work in our lives. We don’t need Him to pull through in the things that really matter. Contrary to socially constructed norms and opinions, it is definitely us who are missing out on the reality of God.
Mission may be over, but my journey of learning and growing and discovering never will be. He’s the same as He always has been, but yet, He’s different. This realisation comes from the beautiful reality that God is different because I have changed.
And the predominant question that people are asking me is, “What’s next?”. The beautiful thing is that I, quite frankly, have absolutely no idea. I mean I have my own plans, but they’re completely subject to change. I’ve come home with more questions than answer to be quite honest. If there’s one thing that I’ve learnt, it is that God does things His way – and in my life His way appears to be one step at a time – and part of my journey was learning to be ok with that. Maybe it’s a gift – not knowing. An opportunity to be free. Because if I truly believe the convictions I profess of how much He loves me, how much He protects me and how perfect He is, it is the most freeing thing ever to be able to say “I don’t know!” and throw it all into his arms… God loves to be trusted with such vulnerability and abandon, and to be given the opportunity to amaze the children He loves. I think that that’s the amazing thing about God – He wants us to live in the present, revealing each next step to us as we faithfully steward the blessings that He’s given us right now.
I have spent the last three weeks doing what should be an everyday normality – solely and exclusively seeking after the heart of God, and just standing in awe of Him. I learnt not to beg God to ‘baby’ me. Seeing the things I did, I was confronted by the harsh reality of the immense responsibility that comes with such opportunity. I can do anything I want – I have the money, the means, the support, the education. I have all the means to be able to help those without these things and instead I am wasting time by begging God to tell me what to do. I am in no way saying that waiting on God is wrong – indeed, it should be what we devote our lives to. But there are multiple options as to what He has directed me towards – and God will bless whatever path I take. He has given me ALL the tools I need to succeed, so why am I asking Him for more opportunity when He has already answered my prayer? Is what He has already blessed me with not sufficient in my eyes? People often substitute inaction or laziness with the term ‘waiting on God’. I had to stop waiting, and go. And now that I’m back, that journey will continue in much the same manner.
So this last part is dedicated to thanking you for your thoughts and prayers thus far. I sincerely hope that you will continue on this journey with me. I’m not promising to get everything right or always make the correct choices but I do promise you this with complete transparency and honesty – my heart is after His. I want nothing more or less than this for my life.
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