'Aha moment' at the Sonship conference

Meredith Elder, a World Harvest staffer with whom Steven and I were priviledged to spend an hour each day during Sonship week, asked me to jot down my thoughts about my "aha moment" that week. This is what I sent to him. Thought I'd share it on the ole blogoroni, as well.

"Remembering Sonship Week"

Following a seven-hour drive from our home state of Alabama to the mountains of North Carolina, I arrived at World Harvest’s Sonship conference feeling very expectant. After a difficult year of life and ministry, I trusted that God would use this experience to provide encouragement and healing for both my husband and myself. What I didn’t expect (but, admittedly, probably should have) was the powerful call to surrender – and the overwhelming grace to comply -- that I experienced the fourth morning of the trip.

The week, up to that point, had been solidly good; it was one of neither emotional highs nor lows – just incredible teaching, sweet (though sometimes intense) interactions, and a solid remembering of the gospel. Oh, and along the way, the whisper in our ears that we should perhaps consider a future in missions. “Missions?” Only weeks prior, the thought would have seemed unfathomable to me. But God was opening doors, and we were curiously and obediently walking through them.

And that’s about the point at which, on Thursday morning, Scotty Smith stood up to speak and, in the course of his teaching, made a statement I’d heard him make multiple times during the week: “We live our lives giving God a bit part in our story, when the reality is, we’re a character in His.” All week long, that statement had captured my attention; finally, it captured my heart.

Now, I’m no expert on the Holy Spirit and how He works in our lives, but I was certain in that moment that God was calling me to surrender my own plans, expectations and fears, to be willing to go anywhere He would call. And I knew, in that moment, that God might really be calling us overseas, and that by His grace He had granted me not only a willingness but a desire to go.

My excitement about the possibilities grows as the weeks wear on and we correspond with World Harvest teams in Europe. At the same time, I hold on to the dream lightly, because God, ultimately, is the only one who knows His plan, and He calls me to surrender to it not just in one miraculous moment, but every moment of every day.

Only Bella (and maybe Gracie Sharp)

My daughter (the five-year-old) is proudly marching around the backyard in a red-and-white-striped Christmas shirt, silky leopard-print pajama shorts, and red "leather" boots that reach about mid-calf. Ya gotta love her sense of style!