who, me?

When traveling with missionaries in a foreign country, it seems inevitable that they ask you to preach. This has happened to me over and over again throughout my travels.
I am not a trained preacher, I am not especially eloquent, but I am different, and that is enough! The honest truth is that I LOVE sharing, I don’t care if it is one on one, or speaking to a group of hundreds. So I always enjoy the opportunity to share about my savior and best friend. However, this trip has humbled me in this particular area, given the specific circumstances of my sharing.

The first request that was presented to me was to preach at church in the village last Sunday. Of course, I agreed, but was taken aback a moment later when the subject was presented to me: offering. They wanted me to speak…..on offering? To a village of people who are struggling to feed their children? Me? Really? I went up to my bed that evening in a house where I could see through the slats that made up the walls, and while I listened to the rats scurrying around under my bed, I had a Moses moment. Who am I to do this? Who in the world am I to talk about this topic, Lord? I, who have so much, and offer so little back? Talk about humbling. But as He often does, He softly whispered to my spirit the words I needed to hear.

The second request came soon after; I was asked to speak on a much broader topic, but this time….to a room full of pastors! And not just any pastors, a group of Cambodian pastors who are all beautifully active in serving the children of their community. Again, I questioned my ability to say anything that could be helpful. And again, the Lord provided words to say. Praise Him!! What a privilege to be simply a mouthpiece. In the end, I should never have worried – it wasn’t me talking to them anyway. It was God.
It was always God.