How Our God Works

Summer has ended. Group session is finished. But the work is never done. I have sat and pondered about this past session. What the lessons are I have learned, what stories have changed my life, what people I will remember forever?

When considering this summer, and all the work that has been done I can only stand in awe of how great our God is. People from all over come here to serve of the Kingdom of God and help their fellow brothers and sisters. Some people come here not knowing what to expect, some coming thinking they know what to expect and even others come knowing that there is no way to ever fully know what to expect. And in all of that, despite all of that, God shows up. God rushes in and saves the day. He works.

Today I want to share a story from my own experience, something that has been in the making for over a year now. It has now been one year that I was a summer intern here at Mission Lazarus. During that summer I spent the majority of my time with groups on construction sites. I spent weeks working on bathrooms or roofs; sifting, mixing, pouring cement. Besides the occasional fear of having man hands, I spent every moment loving the work, loving the process, loving the people. Being on a construction site, most of the people I met were male. Some of the men old enough to be my grandfather others younger than myself, but all growing to become dear friends.

We would spend all morning working, play soccer during our lunch break, and then go back to work. It was a dream. It was my dream. Then one day, a thought crept it’s way into my mind. The thought was simple, but potent. And I am sad to say that once it was formed I could not erase it from my mind. The thought was this, “How many of you are men of faith?" From that moment on I have sent my prayers up to God above for my friends here in Honduras. I ask that God raise up true Christian Honduran men. That God would revolutionize this culture, one man at a time.

One year later, I was working with a group from King of Prussia in a town called Santa Anita. We were doing construction on some new classrooms, as well as running a VBS in the afternoon. It was during the morning work I met a man from the church. We spent the morning digging rocks out of the sand and then sifting it for the cement.

When began talking about the usually things, “How old are you?” “Where are you from?” “Is it hot like this where you are from?” And then the conversation took a turn. He began talking about the church, and how much he loves being a member there. He talked of how he loves God and Jesus, and how he loves to sing church songs. And then, he began to sing his favorite church song. I’m not going to lie, I might have gotten slightly embarrassed when this 50 year old man started singing a church song in the middle of a work site. Then I realized what was going on. All the other noises around me were silenced because through that man God was showing me an answer to my prayer. God gave me that moment. God answered my prayer. This man, right here in front of me was an answer to a prayer, and God isn't just going to stop with him. God will continue to hear my plea I started saying one year ago, and raise up more men of faith. All I could do was praise the God who hears and answers our cries. How beautiful are the ways our Lord works.

That is what I wish to share with you today. That is the lesson that God has been trying so desperately to teach me. Our God has, is, and will continue to answer our prayers. Our God has not forgotten His children. He has not closed His ears to us. He is fiercely striving to find new and glorious ways to share His love with His children. That day in Santa Anita I took one step closer to understanding how great our God truly is and how closely He listens to the cries of His children.

wsl,

Mallory K. Kornegay

Growing Pains

Today I want to discuss moments. Moments where you know you are no longer who you once were. Moments were you feel the growth of experience and life crash down upon you. Moments that while you are in them seem to pause time long enough for the full amount of pain to strike you, but it is from that pain that a new you is born.

Within the past three weeks I have had too many of these moments to count. I got the clear to leave, had my farewell Sunday, packed, bought tickets, packed more, said goodbye to dear friends and family, walked onto a plane, and left my home.

One would think that I would have been better prepared for these moments since I have known since high school that mission life is all I ever wanted. But I believe nothing can prepare one for the hardships of leaving the old life to start a new one. I had placed my roots deep within the lives of others. Handed pieces of my heart to people that now I had to leave. These types of growing pains are rare, and real. They leave their lasting scars. I cannot go back to who I once was, I can only go forward.

So onward I go. Step by step, each day with God walking before me. Time has started again. The pains have passed. Growth has occurred. A new and hopefully better version has been born. Possibly a version closer to whom God has created me to be.

There are dreams that I thought would never come true, I am now living. There are places I never thought I would be, God is now taking me. There are people I thought I could never leave, I am now learning to live without.

It is not easy, in fact most of the time it just plain sucks, but it is what is needed. God moves. God works. God pulls you forward and pushes you to become more than you even dreamed. Praise be to the God who does not let us stay in the compounds of our own comfort, but instead calls us from our ordinary to be His extraordinary.

wsl,

Mallory K. Kornegay

Alignment

The other day my mother and I were out shopping for a gift when we ran into a man we knew from church. After chatting for a little while he turns, looks at me, and asks "so why Honduras?". I was kinda caught off guard by his question and in return asked, "what do you mean?". He replied, "well, you could do any of that stuff you are doing here, so why Honduras?".

I gave him an answer and it was a truthful one. One about my calling. One about my passion. Filled with reasons and facts and statistics. His curiosity seemed to be satisfied, and began talking to my mother once again. After leaving the man, I quickly realized I had given the wrong answer. Yes, it was truthful and honest, but it was not my reason.

I am not moving to Honduras because I think it will be a grand adventure or because I need something to do. I am not going because I want to leave home or because I am trying to prove my independence. I am not even leaving because I tired of being stagnant. I am leaving because for those few moments when I am out on the missions field, whether it be building a house or giving out bags of food, I feel perfectly aligned with the will of God. That's it. That's all that matters.

In this stage of my life everything seems to get complicated by all that I have to do. I have to raise funds and I have to pack my things and I have to sell things and I have to raise even more money, but none of that matters. None of that truly matters. Because I am not doing this for the money or the prestige or the materiel objects. I am doing this because there is a God and He has some kind of great love that I have to and get to share. And I have even been given a chance to share this love with people from a different country. I get to live, love and share in experience that otherwise I would never know about.

It is easy for me to forget this. It is easy for me to focus on what is only directly in front of me. It is easy to grow weary of the task at hand. But I don't want easy, I don't want safe, I don't want known; I want God. And God calls me to places that are difficult and God calls me to be in places that aren't safe and God calls me to places that aren't known, but I will be with God. I will never go where He is not.

Alignment with His will. That's why I go. That's why I do what I do. That's why I am who I am.
wsl,
Mallory K. Kornegay

So... it's been a while... my bad

The other day I found myself reminiscing about this past summer when I suddenly realized that I had a blog... and that I hadn't even looked at it in about 6 months. My bad. But here goes; I am up and running again.

To give an idea of what my life has been like since this summer I'll give a quick summary:
Moved back home for a month, went to language school in Guatemala for 9 weeks, moved back home for now 2 months, and worked a job where I had no idea what I was doing.

See, you didn't really miss that much. Besides me having emotional breakdowns during language school, some of the funniest awkward moments of my life, climbing an active volcano, deep loneliness, awful readjustment shock, and most importantly, me explaining all the moments where I just feel stupid.

But as of now, I am back on track. The reason I went to language school was due to the fact that I felt called to return to Mission Lazarus. And as of two weeks ago, I got accepted into the program with a two year commitment. Therefore the blog returns so that I may try to capture in detail what it's like to have to fund raise, get packed, leave home, work in a foreign land, try to speak Spanish, and most importantly: deny myself, pick up my cross, and follow Him.

I will try to update this once a week, and be as bluntly honest as possible. shocker.

as always, wsl,
Mallory K. Kornegay