The MAF Blog: Worldwide Pulse

I Fear Not, For He is With Me

Posted on: April 27th, 2015 by Rebecca Cannon  |  2 Comments

MAF pilot Sean and Rebecca Cannon Borneo Jungle trip“I’ll come with you!”  The words were out of my mouth before my brain had time to register what I was committing to. In a moment of uncharacteristic courage, I volunteered to go along with my husband on what would be my first trip interior … and I managed to pick a doozy.

The survey trip would involve one and a half hours of flying followed by a 3-hour boat ride upriver to an isolated village that has been begging MAF to serve their community. I knew it would mean hours of uncomfortable balancing in tipsy boats, hard floors for sleeping, questionable food options, unsafe drinking water, unsanitary bathrooms, limited privacy, and many unknown dangers.

As the date of our departure loomed closer, I began to feel afraid. What if I got hurt? What if the boat tipped over? What if I got sick and *ahem* needed a proper bathroom? The “what ifs” got bigger and more imaginative until I was nearly trembling.

At church on the day before our departure, the pastor began to pray, as he does every Sunday, for the many needs and requests in the church and region. Suddenly, I realized he was praying for us. As he spoke words of blessing and protection over our trip interior, I began to feel a great sense of peace. In my heart, I felt God reminding me that He was going with us.

Other people prayed, too – Facebook friends, teammates, family – and by the time I buckled into my seat on the plane, I felt utterly saturated in prayer and surrounded by God’s grace. I was no longer afraid. God was with us.

The trip did turn out to be epic. It was the kind of trip where God’s hand of protection is almost visible because it is so obvious. I came home weary and sore (and stinky) but never more aware of God’s promise:

Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” — Isaiah 41:10 (ESV)

###

Watch the video and read the testimonies of what MAF accomplished with your help in remote and isolated villages in Indonesia, Haiti, Africa and five restricted access countries in 2014: www.2014impact.org.

2 comments :
  • Rebecca Cannon

    Thanks for the comment, Beth! We are so grateful in MAF for your father’s legacy – and yes, God is indeed still watching over those of us serving in Indonesia (and around the world).

  • Beth Boggs Jones

    Thanks for sharing. The was dad’s (George Boggs) favorite verse. God is still protecting his MAF servants in Indonesia.

Read all 2 full comments »
Leave a comment »

Growing Grace

Posted on: April 20th, 2015 by Rebecca Hopkins  |  Leave a comment

Every time I walk through my house in Indonesia, I can’t help but look outside. My bunga kertas has spilled out from its base, spreading bright pink wispy blooms against my kitchen window.

I forget the English word for this tree. Bougainvillea? I like the Indonesian way to say it… [Read full post.]

Leave a comment »

Rules of the Road

Posted on: April 13th, 2015 by Natalie Holsten  |  4 Comments

Imagine sending your baby boy off on a motorcycle every morning into the craziness that is Sentani Traffic.

Never mind that this “baby” is a 17-year-old six-foot-tall young man. He’s still your baby, and that traffic is still crazy.

After driving in Indonesia for almost 14 years, I have a renewed sense of… [Read full post.]

4 comments

We Got What We Ordered

Posted on: April 9th, 2015 by Lady M  |  Leave a comment

Life is never boring here. We never go long without some new, and oftentimes, uncomfortable experience. You know the kind that I’m talking about: the you’ll-laugh-about-this-later experiences. The key, however, is to learn how to laugh in the moment knowing you’ll appreciate it even more later. Oh, the great laughs we’ve… [Read full post.]

Leave a comment »

To Give or Not to Give

Posted on: April 7th, 2015 by Liz Schandorff  |  1 Comment

Rat-a-tat-a-TAT-TAT-TAT. The knock on our tall metal gate was insistent. Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of bed (resting for a little while in the afternoons is a must for me here in Port-au-Prince, where the humid heat constantly saps my energy) and headed downstairs, out the front door, and… [Read full post.]

1 comment