In Training: December 2011

“Oh no! Were we supposed to exit at Lenhartsville?” My chest tightened. “We passed that exit thirty minutes ago.” Swept along the rainy interstate by a tide of cars and road spray, there was no going back and no way to follow our old directions forward. We exited the highway, but with no map, each turn only compounded our difficulty.

Wedged into our pickup, we battled along congested city streets in the direction of our appointment, Pam pressed against the far door, Abby and Alissa squirmed uncomfortably in the middle, and I gripped the wheel more tightly after each appeal for quiet. As our girls’ bickering developed into pushing, I snapped. “Can’t you girls just leave each other alone? Be quiet and sit still!”

Then, under conviction, I confessed my sin to my children and the Lord and asked for their forgiveness. Calling the people we were scheduled to meet, I explained our situation. Listening graciously, our hosts told us of their decision to support us with a monthly gift. Praise the Lord!

That night in our hotel room, I asked God for help, and in the morning I proposed a simple plan. “Today when we sense Satan beginning to attack, let’s immediately warn each other, stop what we’re doing and pray.” It worked, and the day was blessed by God’s peace.

This is all a part of the frustration and challenge of raising support. However, we do not allow logistical difficulties or family problems to deter us. “No, dear brothers and sisters, we are still not all we should be, but we are focusing all our energies on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, we strain to reach the end of the race” (Phil. 3:13, 14 Paraphrase). We’re almost there. Please help us cross the finish line.—John Lello