I have some random thoughts about the concept of a call.
Missionaries use that word, but I think everyone has a calling to one thing or another: you were created for good works that God planned for you before the beginning of time. An example of this is our kids' teachers- both having taught school for several decades. Sure, sometimes they may not have wanted to do that, but it was in them to do it, and they were faithful to keep doing it.
I KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that we were called to go to Mongolia. I know that we were supposed to give it all away, say tearful, heart wrenching goodbyes and hop on a plane with our baby and go. I know it from the depths of my soul.
I know that God wanted the people of Sukhbaatar to hear about Jesus' saving grace and His death and resurrection that saves all people from the world of sin and themselves. Even if we played support roles in that initially, God wanted us there. That is all there is to it. God didn't need us to go to Mongolia, He could have made the rocks cry out in perfect Mongolian the message of grace and love.
The reason why I feel that I must shout it from the rooftops is because we are here now. After five short years obviously He has brought us home for now. Several conversations that I have had people make reference to the fact, that obviously we were mistaken and that we were not called to go because if we were, we wouldn't be here now. And now in my blog world I must tell you, my friends, that that is just untrue and wrong.
Just because things are difficult doesn't mean that God is not in it. I am venting a bit of pent up emotion- it is just untrue that if there is trouble or heartache that God isn't in it.
Look at Noah, Moses, and Jesus himself. Jesus' cry to the Lord when He knows he is going to die a horrible death, "if it is possible to take this cup from me," is such a comfort. He knew discomfort was coming. He was human, He didn't want to die. Even Jesus in such a time asked to not have to die. "but your will be done." He was willing to be lead and obey even in death.
All this to say is that I know that God has us on a road, I don't know where it is leading but He has us moving through, as aliens and strangers on this earth. I hope and pray we are obedient to follow when it is clear God wants us to go.