Different doesn’t mean wrong.
In fact, at times, different is exactly what God desires for us.
This year, we had intended on traveling to our original four separate destinations, despite the looming world pandemic. The closer the fly out date came, however, the more obvious it became that flying internationally was not going to be an option. As the days dwindled down, different ideas were thrown around for possible destinations. Yet every time, the destination would fall through and anxiety began to creep forward in my mind. With only two weeks before the intended departure day, we were empty handed and praying for God to come through in an incredible way.
I was sitting next to my husband in a Pack Your Bags church service one night, when all of a sudden, he turned to me in the middle of the sermon and whispered “I just remembered, I know someone in Hawaii”. I stared at him, shocked, as he rushed out of the service to make the call, and five minutes later he was in contact with an old friend from a mission trip seven years prior. Twenty minutes later he was in contact with a board and a director of a christian program in Hawaii, and this different alternative to an international destination took off. Our fearless director Mary Beth King made connections with a YWAM location in Oahu who was willing to take in our eager group. Before we could even blink, our plans were set. We had obtained insanely reasonable priced room and board, transportation, opportunities for children’s and sports ministry (two of the main focuses for our original destination ministries), and local christian contacts in a matter of days. What usually took many months to plan, fell into place when our group willingly set aside what we thought was “right”, and fully accepted God’s different yet ultimately perfect plans for our group.
To this day, I am still in awe at the testimonies that came from Hawaii. As a leader of a group such as Pack Your Bags, I’d be lying if I didn’t say there was worry in the back of my head during this process. I constantly pondered “Will my students experience enough culture here?”, “Are they going to get the same ministry opportunities that they would have in our international location?”, or most haunting “Are they going to regret doing this program?”. Yet despite how clearly I may have heard these questions in my head, without a doubt, the loudest voice that remains to this day, is the belief and the knowledge that I serve a good and mighty God.
God knew this group needed to be in Hawaii this year. He knew our students needed to meet people like Daniel Rich and Pastor Abbi. He knew the connections they’d make at sports clinics with Hawaiian athletes. He knew the tears that would be shed and the chains that would be broken in a tiny Philippine church. God knew something as simple as moving rocks and dirt by hand, would be enough to call a local Hawaiian woman back to Him. God’s plan looked completely different than anything anyone could have imagined, but it was humbling and honoring to lay aside what I wanted for my students, and allow God to move in ways only He can. All I had to do was to step aside and acknowledge different wasn’t wrong, it was necessary.
Here are a few testimonies from our students about their Hawaiian experience: