For nearly four years I prayed for God’s will. As God sent no answer, I reasoned, God has put me on the shelf. I’ll have to do the best I can.
During this time I pondered the possibility of a ministry to the Spanish-speaking. I studied Spanish in school. I could learn it. Maybe God could use me among these people, I thought. However, no doors opened for me.
Teaching primaries, home Bible clubs, serving as church pianist and church secretary occupied my time. However, my joy in serving the Lord departed.
Ron Corley, a missionary asked me, “What about the Navajo?”
“I’m not called to the Navajo,” I replied. Ron returned the following year. “Why don’t you come visit us for a week or two?”
“Okay,” I said, but I considered this as a chance for a vacation. One day we traveled to White Rock on the backside of the Navajo reservation. I knew Navajo was a difficult language. I said to myself, I could never learn that language. We arrived early for the service and decided to make a few visits.
“Yá’áát’ééh,” a Navajo woman greeted me.
To her I replied, “Yá’áát’ééh.” I repeated one word in Navajo and by it God took away one of my arguments.
My last night I sat alone in the bedroom with my Bible. “I the Lord have called thee in righteousness,…to open the blind eyes, to bring out the prisoners from the prison, and them that sit in darkness out of the prison house” (Isaiah 42:6-7). These words seemed to leap off the page at me. Who was as blind as the Navajo? Did they not sit in the dark prison house of sin? In these words God spoke to my heart, “Lynn, I want you to go to the Navajo.”
When I arrived back in Montrose, Mom and I conversed up in the attic. “Are you going back to the Navajo?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“No, you’re not.”
“Mom, I’m over twenty-one,” I said softly and gently.
Doing God’s will is not always easy. Sometimes, loved ones or friends will oppose us. I knew I could be happy no other way.
Before time to leave for Farmington, New Mexico, Mom and Dad changed their minds. They drove me there. When we wait on God, sometimes He will change our circumstances to line up with His will.
When I moved to work with the Navajo, I expected to stay with the Corley’s for the rest of my life. However, God had other plans.
A man, Leon Wallace, came to Farmington to work at the mission. God used a dream to burden his heart for the Navajo. Soon Leon asked me to marry him.
For two weeks I did some hard praying and heart searching. I tried to list the pro’s and con’s of marriage to this man. I found the con’s hard to find. We agreed on basic doctrines of the faith. We were both Baptists. After praying and seeking God’s will in this matter, I discerned that God wanted Leon and me to serve Him together. I said, “Yes,” to Leon’s proposal. On December 23, 1970 we wed.
Leon felt God wanted him to branch out from the Corley’s. We moved to Gallup, New Mexico. While there, God blessed us with a baby girl, Lynette.
Several Navajos accepted Christ, but we found no place for a church lease site. Leon surveyed the possibilities in Page, Arizona and decided to move there. We spent our weekends witnessing to Navajos on the reservation. We met Helen Yazzie Jones, a Navajo believer, and she invited us to move onto her property.
The Lord had given us a blue International sixty-passenger school bus. It served as our home and church. The chapter voted unanimously to give us a lease site, but we lacked the necessary signatures.
God moved us again. This time He led us to Montezuma, Utah. We stayed there a few months. If we stayed longer, Lynette, our daughter, would be required to attend a public school under Mormon teachers. Consequently, our family left on deputation.
While traveling to various churches, we learned that our home church had changed its doctrinal position.
We joined Rodgers Baptist Church in Garland, Texas. They would have sponsored us as missionaries. Leon planned to get caught up on debts in July 1987 and then inform our pastor we planned to return to the Navajo.
However, God had different plans. On June 22, 1987 He called Leon home to be with Him. Leon suffered a major heart attack.
What plans did God have now for this widow? It did not seem feasible to return to the Navajo much as I had learned to love these people. This will take much time in prayer before I can know His will, I thought.
God works in mysterious ways. In a week I attended my brother-in-law’s church. Of all things he preached that evening on writing. He described my shanty though he had never seen it. I knew God was speaking to me through that message. “Lynn, I want you to write for me.”
The preacher’s wife gave me her magazines on writing. The preacher loaned me a book. In such ways God helped me learn not only about writing but also about marketing. I praise God for calling me to do a work I love.
God calls us not by our human reasoning, nor even by other people. He can use circumstances, and other people’s suggestions, but it pays to wait to make sure it is of God. Sometimes, He changes our circumstances to suit His purposes. God will reveal His will to us when we submit our hearts to Him. Then He will bless us as we serve Him.
Lynn Wallace lives on her father’s farm in Montrose, Colorado. She enjoys watching the wild and domestic life on this place. She spends her days writing for the Lord. About eighty of her articles found publication. Accent Bible Curriculum published two of her curriculum packages. In 2008 Ambassador Emerald International published her first book, Our Lifeship: Studies in Proverbs for Women. See her bio, information on her book, and speaking at www.writingfrommyheart.com.
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