Next Year

It has been an amazing time here at Bethany College of Missions. I can't believe I only have 2 1/2 months left.

I hate this time for many reasons... I hate the fact that the family (all my sisters) I have gained while being here at BCOM will be leaving in December. I don't like this transition period of wondering what I am going to be doing come next year. (Sometimes I wish God would just speak audibly to me.)

I don't know what I am doing next year. I do, but I don't. I had a few options presented to me last week that would be a way of working around and with what I really want to do next year. On campus we have a prayer ministry that God has put a burning passion in my heart to be a part of. Leadership here came up with a couple of ways that I could slowly work into being a part of that prayer ministry. The first option was being a mentor next January. A mentor basically oversees a group of 6-9 girls that are going to school here. You meet one on one with them, encourage them, pray with them etc... The second is going for some specific training in Canada called Singing Waters Ministry and taking an intense 3 month course called Isaiah 61 and then returning back to BCOM.

I really don't know which one to do. I have prayed about it, but am waiting. The Isaiah 61 school is kind of expensive and I don't know where I would get the money from and the mentoring position I don't know if I am really ready to be in charge of 6-9 girls spiritual "development" for an entire year.

I was telling a good friend of mine here at BCOM that I feel inadequate and weak for both these options and that God graciously reminded me that I am indeed inadequate and weak, but through His strength I am adequate and strong... and only through His strength. He brings me to my knees every time He reminds me of this. Once again I am humbled before Him and feel strength arise as I focus on Him and nothing else.