As I left my little prayer “room” this morning I was reminded of this. At the beginning of 2007 I said the words “Here am I Lord! Send me!!!” and I meant it with all of my heart. I asked the Lord to use me in the ministry where He could most trust me. I asked to go to the worst places; to places where most others didn’t want to go; where faith in God was the only option. I wanted to be changed by faith and I wanted a greater measure to live out this American life in the same way I read that the disciples had lived theirs.
So I thought the best way for God to answer that prayer was to send me to Mozambique for a season of study and ministry with Heidi Baker and Iris Ministries. They were seeing miracle after miracle and many salvations. It was my dream to love on and do something for the Lord with the poorest of the poor, the widows and orphans – preach the good news to the nations. Had my passport ready and over half of my support raised but then God spoke something to me about His dreams and it touched my heart so much that I gave it back – the funds and plans.
See, I thought God was going to send me to Mozambique for a couple of months but instead God sent me to the prayer room.
I still sometimes dream my dreams but in the end…His plans are not my plans and His ways are not my ways. I pray some day I am changed so much from “glory to glory” that they are one and the same!