I was at dinner with a friend last week. I felt like a struck gold when I found this authentic spanish resturant in Walnut Creek, CA. A perfect meeting place for me and my friend, not to mention Spanish food umm yes please!
This place did not disappoint at all. It was cool but not stuffy, airy but cozy and the food was everything you want Spanish food to be. Flavorful, rich, and comforting. As we caught up, something happened. I wonder if this has ever happened to you. I was sharing my feeling about going to Spain for one year. I am fully funded and preparing to go now. As I shared, I heard the words come out of my mouth and they were a surprise me:
"I am going not only for my dream to work with women rescued from trafficking but for every women who has the same calling but can't go."
I stopped talking because we both were beginning to tear up. My mind quickly went through the handful of people who were supporting me financially with the specific pull because they themselves are called where they are. The reasons maybe they have little babies, maybe it was the dream of the adult daughter who has passed early, maybe it's the young married couple that are still figuring out what life will look like for them.
In that moment I was overwhelmed with gratitude that I was being sent. I think about Isaiah who calls back to The Lord "here I am send me!" because God is looking for those he can send. I didn't choose to go, rather God has been and is sending me.
As you probably have heard...I am officially FULLY FUNDED and getting close to departing for Spain. I was equal parts excited and nervous as this reality settled in my heart. I read a text from a sweet friend who stated they wanted to join my team. I knew that with this partnership I had met my last goal for fundraising.
10 months later from my approval date God had done it. I began to tear up thinking about moments I doubted, struggled, felt insecure, felt encouraged, had break through, and experienced the grace of His provision with each partner.
Now, I am looking ahead. At what is next. I don't know if I am quite ready, but when will I feel completely ready? It is time. I still have some work ahead of me with visa, packing, language skills, and saying goodbye. My heart grieves to leave but it pulled towards Spain in hopeful obedience to God.
So here we go!
My name is Marissa Deraya; Global Worker with Project Rescue serving women and children of Spain.
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