I tell people "God called me to be a missionary!" I tell them about this incredible mission trip.
I say "11 months, 11 countries!" and every single time, without fail, I get asked
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
And I exhale…. try to formulate my thoughts as best as possible.
I give Biblical answers…
I'm going to spread the good news of the gospel…
I'm going to be the hands and feet of Jesus…
I'm going to love on orphans and anybody I can love on…
I'm going to help in whatever way I can around those communities…
I'm going to … I'm going to…. um….
Frankly?
Ask the Lord
Ask the LORD what it is that I'm going to do, because I'm only guessing.
I might be giving you the most limited, incomplete, cliche, and shallow answer by attempting to tell you how God is going to use me for 11 months, in 11 countries.
God is going to do work. God is going to lead me.
He's the one calling me to do this, and He's the one making it possible.
He knows who I'm going to meet, and the lives He'll impact through me for His Kingdom.
This isn't about what I'll be doing. This is about my submission to His calling, and what He'll be doing in me.
I know what people mean when they ask me this simple question. They want to know if I'm going to be doing one specific thing, and if I'll be doing medical missions, especially. The answer is I don't know. What if He does use my mad laboratory scientist skills? What if I tell them "no, this isn't a medical mission" and then He somehow, at some point, uses me that way?
Through the process I'm going to be uncomfortable, tried, and pushed beyond my limits for the Kingdom.
What that will look like… your guess is as good as mine.
What am I going to do?
I'm going to be obedient.
