As I prepare to leave the life I have known, I have never before been so sure that I cannot do it alone. Nor do I want to. The reality extends far beyond my own leaving the country—we just are not meant to live life alone.
A new and tangible way that I am currently experiencing this is through the process of building a support team. In order to embark on my road trip to Mexico in September, I must raise the financial support to get there and live there for the next year. But it is so much more than that.
Far beyond the financial needs, there are relational ones. I have been absolutely blown away by God’s provision in each of these areas. Let me start by painting you a picture of my summer:
The day-to-day consists of phone calls, emails, facebook messages, face-to-face meetings and letter writing. Basically, that translates into the privilege of sharing coffee and meals with friends and strangers, interacting with their stories and letting God do the rest.
It is beautiful. Every time that I sit down to share with someone, I am reminded again that this calling is incredibly larger than I am. What I now refer to as my “support team” is just another manifestation of the body of Christ—each member has been specifically chosen to be a part, and their unique combination of gifts and talents assembles a functioning being.
And just as I have no ability to explain or re-create the functions of the human body (Seriously, my grandpa always used to tell me I could be a nurse—except that I am so incredibly squeamish and weak when it comes to medical interactions with the human body. I just could never do it), I cannot put together a support team—not alone. And God is so faithful. He is moving, working, preparing and arranging each team member, before I even talk with them. This building process is not mine. I invite, and God shows up.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.” –Hebrews 12:1-2
I wish I could share with you the story of every person that stands in my great cloud of witnesses. But that would quickly take over my blog. However, if you are reading this, then you know at least one story—your own.