Have you ever volunteered at a nonprofit or ministry and, after serving, you felt like you were the one who was served? You show up at a food pantry or the Boys and Girls Club to help others, but on your way out the door you discover you were the one who was blessed through serving. You volunteer to fill a role in the student ministry at your church, but in return you were filled. Something soul-stirring takes place after you give of yourself. You planned to give, but you received instead. Know the feeling? I call that Crazy God Math…
It all happened so fast…
Washer overflowed and flooded 70% of our home.
Youngest son jumped out of a window of a church camp bus engulfed with flames on the side of a highway.
Air Conditioner broke from the dry-out of our house flood.
Family vacation (the “best” part of the Best Worst Summer).
Emergency room visit for stitches.
Unwelcomed shark encounter.
Teenage attitudes. (Need I say more on that one?)
And the worst…four funerals of dearly loved friends and family.
While our personal life felt like a roller-coaster ride with harrowing twists and turns, the ministry was facing significant challenges of its own with unexplainable software migration issues and more.
We felt beaten up on all sides from life’s crazy ride. Someone humorously said to me, “Susan, instead of saying ‘Jesus is enough,’ you should say, ‘Jesus that’s enough!’”
Bare walls. Empty desks. Old chalkboards. A handful of pencils. All In Ministries International (AIM) had the privilege of serving a new school for Ebola orphans the day before the AIM women’s conference in Liberia. Little did we know that what we would provide would be the greatest treasure for some of these children. A gift that one little boy would never put down…