When my uncle John was in town for his mom's funeral, I got to talk to him for a little bit. He is the one that is a missionary in Ecuador. I was talking to him about how Michah and Chrissy have been wanting to go down there, but that they just haven't been able to sell their house. He talked about the church plant that they were/are to be a part of and how they sent the rest of the people without them knowing the urgency of getting the church started. Instead of the church hearing the beautiful voices and music of Micah and Chrissy, they are using a boombox instead.

He talked about how Jesus said that many are called, but few are chosen (Matt. 22:14). It is so true. I know that I am called to missions. I know without a doubt that I am called to the children at CdE. I hope and pray that I am chosen to be one that is supposed to be full time down there some day.

My uncle was talking about how sometimes you have to make crazy or seemingly unwise decisions to show that you are chosen and not simply called. He did that when he moved to Ecuador and he was wondering if Micah and Chrissy would need to take that step to show that they are chosen as well.

Saturday night, I cleaned my room and was catching up to Amadeo sermons. (Great idea by the way - it really helps get the cleaning done and you can even pause them for when you have to get clothes from the washer and into the dryer.) I think it was in Randy's sermon about the prodigal son when I was relearning this and it reminded me about my conversation with my uncle.

My uncle said, "People say that God told them something, but you can never know what God truly told them. " That, along with what Randy was saying was showing me that maybe what I thought God had said, "Just because I had DD move to CO so fast doesn't mean that you are not called or that you aren't going to Mexico. Stop asking me how and when. I will tell you when you need to do what I want you to do." It makes me wonder.... Should I take more steps to move down there now? If I continue my life as I have been, waiting for God to tell me, "Go, go now, now is the time"... Will I miss it and miss being chosen?

Then, Sunday night, I went to my parents church. They support their friends from their college group days that were missionaries in Hong Kong for 15 + years and now have a church in Scottsdale. During it, John (the pastor) spoke a word for me saying that God is going to give me my hearts desires and that He is going to show me the way.

Praise the Lord. I did hear His voice. In times like this where I doubt, He always reassures me of His good and perfect will for my life.