So, where did I leave off? Oh yes, Michael had asked me to write and I was shocked at the idea, amazed that a guy would asked to write me, and freaking out that I was actually considering it.
I mean, I really didn't know this guy from Adam.
I needed advice. I called my mom, but there were some other major family issues going on, and she couldn't really talk. So, I did the next best thing: I called my best friend, Esther. She was more excited that a guy had asked to write me than I was. As I told her the story, I told her I knew it was crazy; that only God could have done something like this. Unfortunately, though I knew God was in control, and I could see His hand was at work, my mind still battled for understanding. I talked everything over with my friend, from the shock and surprise, to my fears about whether it would turn out right, to trepidation that I would be a burden or distraction to Michael on the mission field. Esther prayed with me and encouraged me to trust the Lord and to wait on Him.
I talked it over with my parents some more, and they thought it would be perfectly fine for me to email Michael (it was just me that wasn't so sure.) My parents said I should offer him a place to stay with my grandparents (who live around Minneapolis, MN) so he wouldn't have to sleep in his car on his way back toward Tennessee.
And, so, wondering what I was thinking, I sent an email to Michael. It went something like this:
But of course, he was at camp for a few more days, and I had no idea, if, when he got it, he would read it or reply...
I mean, I really didn't know this guy from Adam.
I needed advice. I called my mom, but there were some other major family issues going on, and she couldn't really talk. So, I did the next best thing: I called my best friend, Esther. She was more excited that a guy had asked to write me than I was. As I told her the story, I told her I knew it was crazy; that only God could have done something like this. Unfortunately, though I knew God was in control, and I could see His hand was at work, my mind still battled for understanding. I talked everything over with my friend, from the shock and surprise, to my fears about whether it would turn out right, to trepidation that I would be a burden or distraction to Michael on the mission field. Esther prayed with me and encouraged me to trust the Lord and to wait on Him.
I talked it over with my parents some more, and they thought it would be perfectly fine for me to email Michael (it was just me that wasn't so sure.) My parents said I should offer him a place to stay with my grandparents (who live around Minneapolis, MN) so he wouldn't have to sleep in his car on his way back toward Tennessee.
And, so, wondering what I was thinking, I sent an email to Michael. It went something like this:
Bro. Hinson,
How was camp? I hope you are able to catch up on your sleep! It takes some stamina to counsel at camp 3 weeks in a row.
You said something about going back to Georgia for a missions conference... I don't know how you travel or what your plans are, but my grandparents live right off the freeway in Minneapolis. So, if you are going back by that route, they would be honored to host a missionary overnight.
How was camp? I hope you are able to catch up on your sleep! It takes some stamina to counsel at camp 3 weeks in a row.
You said something about going back to Georgia for a missions conference... I don't know how you travel or what your plans are, but my grandparents live right off the freeway in Minneapolis. So, if you are going back by that route, they would be honored to host a missionary overnight.
A fellow soldier in Christ,
Barbara
Barbara
But of course, he was at camp for a few more days, and I had no idea, if, when he got it, he would read it or reply...
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