Joyful Man

During my Sunday morning missions presentations, I share how God led me to change my major from music education to international & community development studies... after having planned on being a music teacher since age ten. It was a two-year-long process of inner struggle, coming to terms with the fact that I couldn't see myself at all teaching music in American schools, while fearing what it would mean to give up the picture of my future which I'd held onto for so long.

I just got off the phone with the pastor of a church I spoke at two days ago. She spoke with a man after the service who told her, "I just found out that I'm getting ready to lose my job. I couldn't believe it. I have no idea what I'm gonna do. But you know what? I'm excited because even though it's the only thing I know how to do, I know He has something else for me to do."

The pastor said, "Wow, you must have really echoed with Jessica's testimony this morning."

"Yes! Now I see that just because I have to let go of what I know, I can have joy! God will guide my next steps."

After the pastor shared this story with me, she told me, "Jessica, this man only comes to the church every few weeks, but he happened to be here this Sunday. You haven't even gotten to Albania yet, and God is using you to touch lives where you are."

How amazing it is that the Holy Spirit specifically ministers to individual hearts! His is the glory. I couldn't possibly have known that someone in the congregation just lost his job, but God did. He knew that man needed to be there on this particular Sunday to hear a word of encouragement. God has so many rich blessings to pour out upon us when we trust in Him, even when things feel dark, confusing, and don't make sense. The kingdom of God is ... a matter of righteousness, peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit. (Romans 14:17) Jesus left us with a gift - peace of mind and heart, a gift the world can't offer.

HIS Story

Expect great things from God; attempt great things for God.

Those are words made by William Carey, a common pastor/teacher/shoemaker from England who is credited with spearheading the modern missions movement, through a simple book and a heart willing to follow where God led him. When I read his statement, it was like God summed up the tension I've felt over the last week or so and what He was trying to teach me.

I have been taking this missions class called Perspectives since the beginning of January, and it is transforming the way I see missions. It's transformed the way I see the Bible... history... HIS story. The Bible is God's story, how His name and renown have spread over the whole earth.

Visiting Indiana

My flight ascends above Indiana as I head back east after a weekend of ministry. While exhausted from all the travel and expending so much social energy, I sense the Spirit of Peace all around me. God opened the doors for me to make this trip to share at a couple of churches I was connected with during college, and I could feel the leagues of angels my prayer team released to guide and encourage me throughout the weekend. I always wonder and worry about what exactly I should say, how I should say it, am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing, am I assertive enough to get funded, etc.

My worries stem from desire to offer my Lord excellence and obey Him in every way.  At the beginning of the weekend I was talking about this with a dear friend, and she explained to me how lately she had been praying a lot about the Lord’s will for her life but then realized that what really matters is being with Him rather than getting caught up in what He wants her to do. She later encouraged me with this in an email:

Visit to the ER

It was to my surprise to learn that I dislocated an arm at just a few years old. I have no memory of it whatsoever. My mother says that she took me to the doctor, and all I did was flinch a bit when he reset it. No tears.

So when it was all I could do to hold back tears while trying to breathe last Thursday night, Mom figured something was probably not quite right. My usually-high tolerance for pain was being stretched. Each inhale brought a knife-stabbing pain in my chest, and I had to resort to breathing very quick, short breaths. My parents decided it was time for a hospital visit, so we all hopped, skipped, jumped, or gasped (in my case) to the car for the ten-minute ride to the hospital.

Today's God-Story

It's one of those days when I feel like dancing, jumping, preaching, laughing & yelling out, GOD IS GOOD! I will share a couple of neat ways God showed Himself present with me today as I worked. Partnership development for my Albania ministry is now fully underway, and in just a week God has pointed out His guiding hand in several ways... trying to get it into my incredibly slow and dense mind that this is HIS work and not mine, and that I need to quite worrying, for God's sake... and I mean that last phrase quite literally, no irreverence intended!