Easily the scariest moment of my life at college.
— Pope Sixtus V describes Queen Elizabeth I, c.1588. (via mygoodqueenbess)
Seven weeks and $2,945 left to collect.
That number is crazy talk. Crazy talk, because its the highest fundraising goal I have had to raise for myself. I always try to scrimp on fundraising goals that I set for myself on mission trips that I organize. I like to lower the figure by the amount of money that I personally pay, and then lower it by paying for as many costs out of pocket as possible.
I like to think that makes me a humble and good missionary. A missionary that doesn’t burden people. The reality is I am a scared missionary. Afraid that if I asked for the real number I wouldn’t see it come through. I like to keep the real number close to my chest, and count on my own working hours to bring in the biggest piece. I like to control and plan fundraising events. I like to work the hardest, and earn the most.
No room for that here. God’s provision alone. So, here’s to letting go and humbly approaching a throne.
I can never give away more than I have. Christ has given me something eternal. (1 Peter 4:11)