Today I had lunch with my friend, Ricci. She just finished taking an exam which will determine if she is officially an RN. She was anxious to hear the test results, which she thought she'd get tomorrow. However, in the middle of lunch her phone rang. She got a funny look on her face, and took the call. The call was to tell her she passed the exam! She explained how relieved she felt that now she could move on with her life in the path she was hoping and start looking for jobs as an RN.
I thought about how long I have been waiting, like Ricci, to take the next step in my own life. I decided as I got into my car to leave the restaurant that I would stop waiting and try to do something about it for myself. I called Robin and left her a voicemail saying that I was going to call Jairo and ask him if he had time to talk to me. I asked her to pray.
Then I called Jairo. He seemed happy to hear from me. He started explaining to me in Spanish what was going on in Honduras. I am embarrassed and disappointed to say that when he asked if I understood what he was saying, I had to say no. So he explained in English that the elders had met and talked about me moving to Honduras. In the end, they said that it was in Jairo's hands to decide if I should come. He paused before he told me his decision. I had flashbacks to the time when I asked if he would baptize me and he had told me a long story, in Spanish, then paused for what seemed like forever and answered, "How could I not?" Once again, his pause brought the answer I had been praying for. He said that he wants me to come to Honduras, as a missionary. He wants to be clear that I am serving La Iglesia en Transformación, and not another church. He wants to know if I go anywhere, and who I am going with - for safety reasons. I will sign an agreement about these things.
I cried. I was so excited. I tried to call my mother, but she is driving from Illinois to Florida and never uses her cell phone. Then I tried to call my brother, but he didn't answer. I left another voicemail for Robin, and for my friend Lynne. Then I called Sandrine and finally got ahold of a live person.
At first I had no apprehension. Now I've started to wonder how to move forward. But I am feeling very close to God and I know He will show me the way.
