I’m just two weeks shy of being in Botswana for a full two years, and I look back…
I knew that being a missionary wouldn’t be easy. I was almost certain of it.
For me “missionary” conjures up images of well, every cliché I can think of (non-trendy clothes and bad hair cuts spring to mind…). And no matter how often they are hitting you up for money the slide show always seemed to end with a sunset.
I am not a pastor. Nor am I an evangelist, in the strict sense of the word. But I was good at what I did – and I loved serving in a ‘non-conventional’ way. I tend to not agree with conservative Christian worldviews (for instance, I think women should be pastors if they are called to be.) I like cool hair cuts, lattes, and pretty shoes. Basically, I am everything that a missionary isn’t. Right?
But then something happened. God told me to “go” and now coincidentally “stay” albeit in a different way than I even thought possible.
I now realise that missionary is not some hideous cliché, but full of people who have given up everything to follow Christ. And yeah, giving up everything sometimes means non-trendy clothes and less than stellar haircuts.
Honestly, I am so sick of clichés and supposed tos. I crave freedom to live the way that God has called me. It might look different from how God has called you. But at the end of the day, I am so thankful that God couldn’t care less about clichés. He cares so much for us. And calls us differently.
And you know what? He even allowed me to serve in a place where I can get a latte, and I have a friend who cuts my hair pretty. Sometimes He cares for us even in the ways we didn’t think it was even possible. I was not forsaken; God is here and present every step of the way.
And He continues to guide me, and altogether shows me that I can serve Him in a way that fits who I am.