A wife’s perspective: Creative Missions
I’m a project manager. It’s what I do and a big part of who I am. I take the vision cast by a dreamer and I put legs on it. While he doesn’t necessarily “need” my help, the visionary I wake up thinking about is my husband. How can I help him fulfill the plans God laid for him?
Last year at this time (shortly after I began MobileMama), I told you about Cleve’s new ministry and how stinkin’ proud I was of him. As it turns out, proud isn’t the right word. It’s more like profoundly humbled.
I’ve seen the months of blood, sweat, and tears that go into the preparation, and this week, I get to join Cleve on the second annual Creative MIssions adventure (kids in tow). I have assisted as much as I can from home, but now I’m experiencing the excitement, sacrifice, and generosity of so many people that it takes to make this week happen.
I prayerfully believe that at the end of this week, there will be 15+ churches throughout NW Arkansas and SW Missouri who have renewed hope. With that hope and encouragement, they will have practical and sustainable tools that will help them to continue and better reach their communities for Jesus; they will be empowered with communication tools they don’t have at this very minute nor the resources to attain.
I’m overwhelmed that I not only get to be a part but that I get to follow Cleve in this. With his discernment and strong convictions, I would follow him anywhere.
Like our marriage vows say, “Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.” (Ruth 1:15)