The alarm went off at 3:30 am. Five hours goes by fast when you are needing sleep. Standing in the shower, willing my body and mind to wake up, I think about the day ahead. Plane takes off at 6 am. Change planes in Atlanta where 15 women will join us. They will all have our signature shirts on so they are easy to spot in the airport. Some are taking their very first mission trip — first time to leave the country, it’s a big deal. Others are veterans of international travel but most have never been on an all women’s mission trip.
Questions fly through the air like humming birds, never quite landing, always in motion. All the what’s and how’s fill the mind with a sense of calm and clarity. But I smile knowing that I can never really tell them the all the answers.
This trip is different in so many ways. We don’t wash dishes or cook meals. We don’t do construction or hand out hundreds of tracts. We hold the hands of little girls as we take them on a special outing. They have been hurt way beyond what our minds can handle. We can’t fix it but we can love them. We can laugh with them. We can be a part of the solution for ensuring they have a future and that they find a world where they can hope and dream.
We learn what it means to be a woman in a world where poverty makes decisions for you. A world where your gender impacts your education and your opportunities. We meet women who have found a way through the muck and the mire of slavery and are hoping for a new chance at life.
We listen to safe house directors and women who are on the front line as they share the battles they face and the help that is needed. The mind reels from the input.
How can I prepare them for this?
What I know is that God has already been at work. He has gone ahead of us and has prepared the way. He has some things to say and he will answer their questions in time. This is His trip. And with that calm assurance resting in my spirit, I rise early, navigate airports, answer questions, and grin at nervous women.
We go because we have been directed by God to go but oh the richness of that calling. Already we have watched him birth ministries, send missionaries, mobilize women, meet overwhelming needs, and ignite believers — all because they took a trip with Women on Mission. Who couldn’t get up early for that?
I will try and post updates of the trip as I find the time and wifi. But please pray for us each day this week. I never ask God for the ordinary but for the God-size miracles that He wants to work, “Oh Lord, let us be a part of what you are doing today.”