My secret mission does not include daggers, lies, and spies. Hopefully, the dark side of secret missions will be forever lost on me. Instead, my secret mission will bring surprise, joy, and encouragement to my sisters in Christ.
It began more than a month ago when I was talking with a deaconness from our church. They were planning a ladies' retreat, one which I had planned myself for many years previously. The new pastor's wife could not be there because their house had not sold. All of a sudden, with the exhuberant joy that comes flying out of my mouth without thinking, I said, "Maybe I could come." In that brief, exciting moment without the concerns of the husband left behind, the cost of getting there, the long hours, or adding to my sisters' busy schedules by asking them to pick me up, I almost jumped in with both feet. I caught myself on the rim of the decision and said, "I really need to talk to Charlie before I decide, so please keep it under wraps until I've had a chance to do that."
And so the idea of a Secret Mission was born.
I talked with Charlie about it. With the cost of gas and overnights on the way and our negative cash flow, driving up and back was out of the question. "What about the bus?" I mused.
I checked the bus fares and schedules. "Do-able," he said.
So I bought the 45-hour bus fare to Maine.
That night I had super-sized regrets and couldn't sleep. What was I thinking? Why did I not listen more closely to Charlie's concerns over finances? Why did he not talk to me more seriously about our negative cash flow? Where was my respect for him if I let my own excitement squash his careful reasoning? Much of the night I poured out my concerns to the Lord and confessed my lack of love for my husband.
In the morning, I told him of my regret. Buyer's remorse, I called it, even though it was more than that.
"Why?" he asked me gently.
"That's a lot of money with our current cash flow situation," I replied regretfully.
"I know," he said. "But isn't it worth it to go back to our sending church and give them an update? Isn't is worth it to go and encourage our family of supporters?"
I smiled tentatively and gave thanks to God for this husband of mine. He knew the "empty nest syndrome" for this pastor's wife was in full swing. He knew it would do me good to go back and see my "kids" and "grandkids". Out of love for me, he agreed, and I am so thankful.
So here I sit - on a bus miles from home and somewhere between Georgia and Maine. (In order to keep the secret, this will not be posted until after I get there.)
No, there are no daggers or lies, but there is the Sword of Truth: "And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works: Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching."
This time I'm going a long way to "assemble together" and "exhort" my sisters, but I'm so glad I can do it.
It began more than a month ago when I was talking with a deaconness from our church. They were planning a ladies' retreat, one which I had planned myself for many years previously. The new pastor's wife could not be there because their house had not sold. All of a sudden, with the exhuberant joy that comes flying out of my mouth without thinking, I said, "Maybe I could come." In that brief, exciting moment without the concerns of the husband left behind, the cost of getting there, the long hours, or adding to my sisters' busy schedules by asking them to pick me up, I almost jumped in with both feet. I caught myself on the rim of the decision and said, "I really need to talk to Charlie before I decide, so please keep it under wraps until I've had a chance to do that."
And so the idea of a Secret Mission was born.
I talked with Charlie about it. With the cost of gas and overnights on the way and our negative cash flow, driving up and back was out of the question. "What about the bus?" I mused.
I checked the bus fares and schedules. "Do-able," he said.
So I bought the 45-hour bus fare to Maine.
That night I had super-sized regrets and couldn't sleep. What was I thinking? Why did I not listen more closely to Charlie's concerns over finances? Why did he not talk to me more seriously about our negative cash flow? Where was my respect for him if I let my own excitement squash his careful reasoning? Much of the night I poured out my concerns to the Lord and confessed my lack of love for my husband.
In the morning, I told him of my regret. Buyer's remorse, I called it, even though it was more than that.
"Why?" he asked me gently.
"That's a lot of money with our current cash flow situation," I replied regretfully.
"I know," he said. "But isn't it worth it to go back to our sending church and give them an update? Isn't is worth it to go and encourage our family of supporters?"
I smiled tentatively and gave thanks to God for this husband of mine. He knew the "empty nest syndrome" for this pastor's wife was in full swing. He knew it would do me good to go back and see my "kids" and "grandkids". Out of love for me, he agreed, and I am so thankful.
So here I sit - on a bus miles from home and somewhere between Georgia and Maine. (In order to keep the secret, this will not be posted until after I get there.)
No, there are no daggers or lies, but there is the Sword of Truth: "And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works: Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching."
This time I'm going a long way to "assemble together" and "exhort" my sisters, but I'm so glad I can do it.