On Fundraising and Waiting

A lot of my life right now is planning. Organizing. Fundraising. More planning. More fundraising.

I have fun with it most days. There’s something enjoyable to me about figuring out the details- grouping and sorting through things, delegating sometimes. I like how it feels to gather all the information, sort it and have something presentable, something tangible to show for it.

And then there are days where it gets exhausting. Fundraising feels like a full time job sometimes. You plan and you dream and you work, and you hope and pray that people like what you’ve got up your sleeves so they’ll feel inclined to donate funds to your cause. They either do and participate in your fundraiser or they don’t and that time, energy, money doesn’t yield the results you wanted.  I can’t imagine what it’s like to have to fundraise all the time. I’ve definitely been gaining an appreciation for those who require more intensive fundraising to do what they’re called to do.

Here’s the thing, though… there’s this balance with fundraising. I have people telling me all these ideas and ways to make money for my missions trip. Things like selling wristbands and having a garage sale. Things that rely a lot on what I have or do… and it’s easy to get caught up in that. It’s easy to say “Okay, I’m going to do this next and I’m going to try to raise $xxx from it” and move on.

It’s easy to get caught up in what I’m going to do and not wait on what God is going to do.

If there’s one thing I’ve seen clearly in all of this Romania trip preparation, it’s that God does. He moves. He provides. He prepares. I’ve seen this in people praying with and over me and my trip. I’ve seen it in people I’ve just met handing me a check for what equates to hours of work. I’ve seen it in an anonymous note from Oklahoma yielding two-hundred dollars in cash. He’s here. He’s moving. He’s providing.

So I’m thinking that I need a little more stillness, a little more prayer and a little more waiting; a little more trust and a little less of the must do’s. Because none of this is of my own strength, my own power. And I wouldn’t want it to be.