Last day here. It used to be months, then weeks, then days. Now we’re counting the hours before boarding the plane to Ireland and beginning life on the mission field.
Two years ago, when there was lots of room for doubt and most days I couldn’t even imagine how the Lord would bring us to this place, someone spoke a word over our family. A man of prayer, and one who loves our family deeply. He said the Lord had given him a picture of us, standing on the stage of the church and being prayed over, being sent out into the mission field.
On hard days when I couldn’t see it, the Lord would remind me of that picture. It was like a tiny crack in the door of my doubt. In the darkest room, there was a sliver of light, the tiniest bit of hope. I just had to choose to hold it, to believe it.
Then a few weeks ago, it happened.
We stood on the church’s stage, along with some of the people dearest to us and in front of our church family, and we were prayed over, commissioned into the mission field in Ireland!
There have been a lot of things the Lord has said about this journey. So far none of them have proven false! There are still moments of doubt, where I don’t know how the Lord will pull off something He has said. I know it’s ridiculous not to believe Him after He’s been so faithful. But on days that I do, He gently brings me back to His Word, to things He’s whispered into my heart, to those slivers of hope. And if I believe Him, it’s enough.