Rebecca was on the Dream Tour in Fall 2011. Thought it was time to catch up with her and see what is happening…
Rebecca
Last year after spending the summer in Haiti with AIM, I came back to the States ready to go out again.
It’s kind of a common occurrence.
Over the last ten years, I’ve headed out on more than half a dozen short-term mission’s trips. It seems like I always have to come back to America too early. It never feels like coming home. I find myself wondering why God didn’t send me out for longer.
Last fall, I wanted to move back to Haiti for longer. I love creativity and kids. What better way to combine the two than at camp? So, I started planning. Meeting, budgeting, outlining, strategizing. Trying to get a team together to go to Haiti with me.
Moving into this year, I had as much of a plan as I could muster but no team. In fact, I got to a point where I couldn’t move forward any more. So, I asked God about it. He said something to this affect:
“You’re standing on your side of the room, and you’ve got your great plan and your outline. But if you want to know what I’m doing . . . you’re going to have to ditch your plan. Cause I’m not on your side of the room. I’m over here, and I’m not going to join you. I want to know if you’ll join Me.“
So…
I gave up the idea of starting a camp in Haiti. Which kinda stunk cause I was really ready to get into something long-term, and small-town Nebraska isn’t exactly known for its . . . exoticness.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. Should I get a second job? Should I start something at home? Should I get more involved with my church?
I didn’t do any of the above. Instead, I started reading. Books about the history of Central Africa, a place that’s been on my heart for a while now. I wanted to know what had happened in that area of the world, how it had affected people, what was happening now. And God began to break my heart for the kids – the street kids, the former child soldiers, the orphans.
Day and night, I couldn’t get them off my mind.
Then, very quietly, He opened a door. A wide, unexpected door that looked like a plane ticket to Africa and three weeks in the part of the world that feels like home to me. I just got back from that trip a week ago. God says, “See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut.” I say, “Amen!”
I still don’t know what I’m doing. I’m not even trying to get a plan or an outline or a budget together this time.
Apparently, those are not gifts God has given me.
But through disappointment and long, grating-on-the-nerves times of waiting, He’s taught me that His timing is better than my own. And I don’t need sight because He will be my eyes. And His faithfulness more than makes up for the long list of things that I lack. And if this means that He becomes greater and I become less, then it is so, so worth it.
You can follow me in this journey at my blog, The Lost Bohemian.










