by Laura Simpson, guest blogger
In October of 2007, I was a brand new nurse with only 4 months experience living
and working in my hometown of Dayton, OH. This super fun, Jesus loving, PA I had
worked with for a couple of years had mentioned taking a medical mission vision
trip down to the Dominican Republic. He had gone to college and was friends with
the founder. I was fresh out of college, making actual money and always up for
international travel, so I told him I was in. To be honest, it wasn’t the thought of
going to a beautiful island, eating dinner on a gorgeous beach or even using the
skills my God had fashioned in me…what excited me the most was that of the 7 of us
that went, none of us went to the same church. While I participated in and loved
going on mission trips with my friends in youth group growing up (some of my most
treasured memories are trips/camps with my youth group…we were so fun)…there
was something so special about people saying yes to Jesus because the opportunity
presented itself…not because you knew all the people and all the details and
someone had gone before you to tell you what it was like, but simply because you
know God, you love God and you know that you know that you know…you are
always meant to love and serve people; it is an amazing way to love and serve God.
I had absolutely zero clue how this trip would go. The only thing I distinctly
remember from a meeting when Sharla was in town was that you can’t throw your
toilet paper in the toilet. It has to go in the trashcan beside it. No other options. Oh,
and always make sure you have toilet paper on you…it’s never a guarantee in public
places. I was subconsciously seriously concerned about the toilet paper thing.
The trip was amazing. It was rainy. We all thought we were going to die walking
back to our hotel at the end of the trip because it was so dark and sand is a blast to
hoof it in. I almost busted my tail on some wet tile. But, we saw the school, which
was one little building with two small classrooms inside. We walked through
Montellano, Pancho Mateo and Chichigua and I fell in love. We were muddy messes
by the time we were done. Something in me clicked and shifted forever. My heart
was swelling with each child I picked up, every hand old or young that I held. We
literally walked from house to house, being invited in, them coming out to greet us
and we helped teach them, remove stiches, clean and dress wounds, ect all out of
our backpacks. This, my friends is partnership. To come alongside, work together,
sharing what you know and helping without expectation of payback, but each doing
what they can.
I knew by day 3 that I wanted to come back. I had to pray about it before I talked to
Sharla. I needed to know that this wasn’t just a caught up in the moment high. When
talking about coming back for an extended period of time, I knew in my heart that
this is what God had for me at that time. At that time, there was no medical
personnel in the DR and I would actually be able to fill a role for a small amount of
time. Sharla was all for it and so was I. I now had to convince my job to let a new
nurse with very little earned time off to leave her job for a month to go serve in
another country. The Lord gave me some powerful and persuasive words. I went
over and over my speech to my boss. I entered her office with humility, but a bold
spirit to present the request. I was no more than one sentence in and she agreed.
Just like that. No pleading. No proving. This, my friends, is partnership. It’s when you
are willing to put in the work, praying, studying the word, saving money and
supplies…and believing with all your heart that God will do his part. You see,
whether or not my boss was going to allow me to go was not truly ever in her hands.
It was always in God’s. And even though He permitted it to be without me having to
put up a good case as to why this was going to be a catalyst for the future years to
change my life; He was pleased that I was willing.
My partnership with Makarios does not look like most. I wasn’t there from the
beginning, but I got to walk on roads of those that could see people like me coming a
few years later. Partnership. I have gone back twice a year since, sometimes with
medical teams, but mostly on my own. I have made friends with staff and in the
communities. I have always been welcomed in like family and we keep up even
years later. Partnership. This even allowed me to join Makarios as a few of us went
to Jimani after the earthquake to offer our love and skills in an orphanage turned
hospital in whatever ways we could and were sent with supplies from sponsors in
the States. Partnership. I’ve also seen children go to a safe school, being taught a
bilingual curriculum that sets them up for the future, and a meal they can count on.
They learn to love and respect each other. Partnership. But most of all, these lives
are changing the face of the Kingdom and more are being added all the time. These
are the training grounds for the rising leaders of their communities…and they are
our brothers in sisters in Christ whose very lives are sharing the gospel.
Partners come in various forms, with unique callings and specific gifts, and we couldn't be more grateful! Our partners are essential to loving, educating and empowering! Want to join in? Click here for more information on how to become a partner.