A Promise Fulfilled
October 5, 2009 – 2:04 pm
Within a few days, I leave for a short-term teaching assignment at a Bible school in Romania. The privilege of traveling, working with missionaries and helping students develop their writing skills for media ministries is the fulfillment of a promise God gave me during one of the lowest times of my life.
In January 1991, I was sitting in our car in front of the rehab unit at the Pittsfield Medical Center in Massachusetts while therapists worked with my husband, Tony, who had lost a leg in late November. He had resigned the pastorate, and we would vacate the parsonage soon. Disability funds would not be available for six months; we had a son in college and no savings.
We had decided to move to Springfield, Missouri, so our son could live with us and finish his studies at Evangel College. How could we move without any money? Where would we live? How would I find a job in a new city? The saddest part was that we were leaving people we loved and would no longer have a place of ministry. I didn’t feel forsaken, I simply felt numb and so scared I couldn’t even cry anymore to mourn our losses.
I dismissed those thoughts and picked up a Christian magazine that I had brought to read. One of the articles mentioned that God was opening doors in Russia for the spread of the gospel. As I read about new opportunities for missionaries to start Bible schools, I sensed the Holy Spirit saying, “You will teach in overseas Bible schools.” I remember wondering how will that could ever happen, but I tucked those words in my spirit, hoping they were from God.
He did not fulfill that promise immediately, but this is my sixth overseas teaching assignment. He has been faithful.

