Fundraising – asking people for money – is very low on the list of things I look forward to doing, right there beneath cleaning bathrooms and getting lost. Perhaps my independent streak, the I’ll-do-it-myself attitude I’ve had since birth, contributes to it. Or, maybe, I worry about how people will react to my request, especially when I mention a substantial sum like $2,100. Probably, it’s both.
However, after sucking it up, drafting a letter, and sending it off, I’ve found the process of raising funds to be not as terrible as I’d originally thought. Asking for financial help is humbling, and I’m sure someone as self-reliant as I could use the humility. The encouragement I’ve received is worth the process. What touches me most is not the amount donated (as many of the people in my community are not wealthy and any amount given is a meaningful gift), but the time that’s taken by those who do donate to follow up, ask questions, and commit to pray for me. These people are truly interested and excited to see I have this wonderful opportunity – they want to know about where I’ll be, what I’ll be doing, and so many other details. All these people want to be involved because they care about me and the plans God has for me. The reminder of that makes my initial misgivings seem like small prices to pay for the stream of encouragement that is continuing to flow my way.