Lately, I’ve just been counting the cost of moving to Tanzania.
While we often bemoan how expensive life is in Singapore, I realize relocating is drastically more expensive.
What is naturally taken care of here- transport, housing and our kids’ education, all chalk high costs while relocating overseas.
I admit,
this bothered me.
Practically speaking,
I know what we’re doing doesn’t make sense.
We’re not sent by a mission agency.
We don’t do fundraising.
We won’t be earning salaries, as volunteers of the mission hospital.
Cliff, due to his liver transplant, is not eligible for health or evacuation insurance.
I know a lot of mission agencies who would consider us “un-sendable” in our current state.
But I keep reminding ourselves that back in the days, missions weren’t so complicated.
God called.
People went.
And that was it.
Nobody was considered “unprepared” because they didn’t tick off the checkboxes on a checklist.
EVERYONE WAS UNPREPARED.
That’s why they needed faith.
Since I stopped working, we’ve been more conscious about our spending.
But yesterday, when we tried to pay for our lunch, I found out it was already paid for.
One of you, whom I’d never met before, had paid for it. 😭
It was a reminder for me- that God is watching. God is always listening, caring, silently there.
I felt Him say, when you don’t even know how you’ll live, I’ll send provision through ways you least expected.