At the time I totally didn't understand. I had vowed I'd NEVER be a missionary, in fact that I'd NEVER work at McDonald's either and yet God in his sense of humor provided a job at McDonalds to help cover the cost of my missions trip to Thailand. And yet, I had finally surrendered and was there, in missions, totally ready to give my life up for it and God didn't want me. At least, that's what I felt like. Six years later Ty and I were helping lead a missions trip to the Appalachian Mountains-where Georgia, Tennessee and North Carolina come together. The beauty, the heat, the poverty, the red clay...all things I never imagined I'd see again. Then, 2 years later Ty and I were willing to go to Mexico for missions-we had said send us and we will go and God again said no, after we were walking down that path. God sure has a way of taking our crazy paths and making them make sense in His plan! Tonight I sat in the kitchen of a friend eating dinner talking about going to their mountain house which is only 45 minutes from where we took that missions trip-only a couple hours from here and where the kids and i were this last week. Here we are praying for Ty with one of our teams in Hungary on outreach. Here we are missionaries full time, living in the heat and humidity of the southern U.S. which at times feels very tropical. God is amazing and like he says in Proverbs 16:9, 19:21 and 20:24 what we plan and what he sets out may be two very different things! We are so thankful that God has laid out these steps at this time! And speaking of steps He's laid, out you can go here or here to read some of the steps Ty and the team in Hungary are taking. Those are 2 of his teammates who are blogging about it! I'll be updating more the next few days about where our journeys have taken us so far this summer!
God is good! I'm thankful for laundry tonight that brought so many memories that can point all glory to God and His plans!
P.S. Not even joking, as I was typing this post, a small cockroach fell from the ceiling near the light-which is one of the things that happened regularly on the porch at our hut in Thailand (except those were huge ones). Crazy!!!