Welcome! Today Kerry & I are hosting Vol.2 of the Hello. My Name Is ____ linkup and we are thrilled to have you join us! I think I can speak for the both of us, as well as the previous link up participants, in saying that it was a huge blessing to read the God-given names shared last time.
The purpose of this linkup is for us to gather together in celebration of the identities we find in Christ alone. We are turning over the names given to us by society and embracing who we truly are because of the grace God has poured out on us! We are changed when we initially surrender our lives to Jesus, and continue to change as He molds us to look more like Him. Today, we invite you to share an old name (deemed by society, lies, or your previous depravity) and your new name (given to you by life change, truth discovered, or new life in Christ).
Here's my story:
We're moving to Mexico in two months. I realize that to many of you this is no big surprise. We've known we were moving for a year now and, all of the sudden, the time is upon us. (side note: We don't yet have an exact date, but are hoping for August. It all depends on Texas as we are waiting for them to allow Wade to schedule his pharmaceutical law exams.)
As you can imagine, the reality of a close moving date brings with it a ton of insecurity, fear, and anxiety. Honestly, it would be a lot easier to stay here. Wade is lucky enough to have a great job + an additional job where he works part time. Our church is one of those "one of a kind" finds where I feel completely invested. Wade's family lives here and we've got a lot of land we are welcome to build on anytime we want. Leaving seems crazy.
And yet, we're going.
Because sometimes, God calls us to the crazy.
I find myself imagining what life will be like by the end of this summer. I start to envision the reality of living without a dishwasher and electricity for that matter. I see days of extreme heat, bringing on headaches daily, and no escape into the cool A/C. I realize that we may be sleeping hot and sticky for at least the first few months. But aside from those meaningless issues, I imagine myself getting really busy.
And that makes me a little nervous.
I'm recharged by downtime/alone time, and I'm 99% that's going to be going bye-bye. I know that there will be times when I'm needed and will feel unequipped, or times when the language barrier will be overwhelming, and even times when we're taken advantage of. My prayer is that we will be willingly used, just like Jesus was. It won't be easy, and it won't always be pretty. But it's where God wants us to be.
That last sentence blows my mind. I am dumbfounded at the idea that God sees something in me that can be used in Mexico. With Wade, it seems so obvious. He's a got medical experience and will be able to provide the people with medical care. He's strong and skilled and will be able to help with building and hard labor. And besides all that, he's such a giver. It's in his nature. He's so sensitive to the Holy Spirit's leading.
I look at myself and wonder what my role will be. I'm not a teacher, not a doctor, I'm not that strong. But what I do know is that I love those people. I look forward to having the girls over all the time to color or play while I purposely pour my life in effort of showing them Christ's love. I'm hopeful that God will continue to give me this crazy gift of learning the language even more so that I can bond with the other women my age. I can't begin to guess what my role will be when we move there, but what I do know is that for some strange reason, God thinks I'm enough.
When I was at Bible College, God brought me into this small little church that had only two attendees and no pastoral staff. They had been listening to sermons on tape. It was in a town called "Two Egg" for cryin' out loud. My friend started preaching and I became the music director. I played no instruments and for the first few weeks led worship to a tape recorder (which I had to Fast Forward if I didn't know the next song) or sing acapella. It was interesting to say the least. But over my years there, our church grew to close to 100 people. We found a pianist and started a youth ministry. But what I remember most is this crazy feeling of inadequacy. I was in no way qualified for that position. What God taught me in that season was that God doesn't expect us to be perfect or have a plethora of skills before He uses us. He only requires that we be available. That is enough.
I hope you'll join us today by sharing the name God has given you. Grab the button below and (as a suggestion) use your new name as your linkup title. I love you guys!