I didn’t think I’d  go on a trip this year. The perpetual busy of life with various changes hither and yon…but God’s no respecter of our schedules and changes; He creates His own. :)

When I returned from Rwanda in October last year, I felt the tug to attend another church. I’ve actually felt that tug for quite some time, but once I returned from Rwanda, it pretty much pushed me there. No more tugs…just a hefty shove. So I followed it not really sure why I needed to go to another church.

Just a few weeks in to the new church there was a flyer in the bulletin for classes being offered and one of them leapt off the page at me, kinda like books leap off the bookshelf at me when I go to the bookstore.

Perspectives…on the World Christian Movement.

I didn’t know what it was about, but felt like I had to take it; so I did.

Perspectives is a 15 week course on the call God’s placed on all who believe to ‘Go, and make disciples of all nations.’  It’s about God’s mission and the mission He has for each of us. This class rocked the world of my little missionary heart. I’ll speak more to what was revealed to me during the class, but in short, so very much was made clear to me of all the confusion of my compulsions to just ‘GO’.

While I was in class the flame in my heart to Go was ignited and inflamed every week. And I prayed and prayed about where He was going to send me. When the door to my heart was first opened about missions it was in response to a flyer in our church bulletin to Cambodia. I thought I was supposed to go then, but it turned out not to be so. I’ve wondered all along if it was Cambodia that was calling me or if it was just the call to missions from that flyer. And during class I kept getting this impression that I would know more at the end of class. The new church I was attending had a flyer with their yearly missions trips and there were 19 total for the year. I’d look at the list and wonder and pray whether I’m supposed to go on one of them.

True to His whispering, towards the very end of the class we had a speaker talk to us about our next steps. We all prayed about what it is that God would have for us next. I didn’t hear anything at first. I thought that meant that I was just supposed to be still and wait. And I was okay with waiting, even though the flame burned more than ever.

The following Sunday after that class, another gal from class approached me after church as I was talking to someone and said that God had placed a burden on her heart for me and to pray for me…and that she thinks I’m supposed to go to Cambodia in October.

A hand delivered message from God.

I stood there, with mouth agape…I think a little in shock, maybe. Wow. Really. Wow. Cambodia? Really? I stuttered and stammer over my words as we closed up the rest of our brief conversation and after she left I wondered if I’d had a conversation with her or she’d ever overheard me talk about Cambodia. During our next class I asked her and…nope. We’ve never talked about it. We did talk about being in Africa during missions trips that kissed up to each other and we shared the same awesome photographer…but no mention of Cambodia.

Hm. It took me a little time to digest. Really? Cambodia. Hm.

I kept praying…waiting for another sign or clue.

On the last day of class, another gal approached me saying that God had placed me on her heart a few weeks before…because she felt called to fund whatever trips I was going on. A little more stuttering and a surge of excitement…He IS sending me on another trip!

And since then there’s been clues and probings and whispers to my spirit. I’ll share more as time goes on, but for now…I’m going to Cambodia! :) Not just once, but twice.

Stay tuned for more details.