My intern year has gone by in a “whoosh!” and I guess I’m still a little dazed at the experience. “Whaa? Whaaat just happened? Am I still alive? Everything ok? Good. Ok. Good. How did I just get through that?” Answer: God was holding us all the way.
Whenever our family would go on rollercoaster, my mom would be the one shamelessly stretching her arms high above her head and screaming “Whooohooo!” all the way down, trusting herself wholly to the hefty piece of plastic fitted around her torso. I however, would be a cautious kid who would progress from 1) sinking my nails into the restraint out of pure fear on the first hill, then to 2) sticking my hands up neck-height in an “I surrender” pose on the second hill, and then to 3) finally throwing the remainder of my fear to the wind, flailing my arms as we flew through the air.
In many ways, that movement from distrust to trust sums up how ministry has felt like so far. As I’ve followed Jesus and felt God’s heart and plan for the campus, I realized that I was being whisked me away on an adventure where life looked more and more like a rollercoaster and less like a walk down the beach. God was on the move at Wellesley, and he was taking me along with Him!
At first, I fought to feel like I was in control. I doubted the Arms that held me tight. I doubted that He would move powerfully. I subconsciously made up Plan Bs in case God didn’t come through. But in more than one occasion, God lifted my eyes to the hills to see the harvest of whole-life transformation that He was bringing and He urged me to trust Him and take the plunge. Then my hands went up in an “Ok, I surrender”, but I was still cynical. When it felt like things felt more uncontrollable, I would throw myself to fits of planning, reorganization, despair and doubt. If things weren’t going “right”, I blamed myself and would push myself to “deliver”. Prayer would sound like this - “AAHHHHH!”And yet despite my failings, I saw students transformed, a campus culture being renewed and world-changers developed. It was God who was on the move and He was using every step of faith we would take – each loaf of bread and little fish – in His plan. And because it was not my ministry, but HIS and always HIS, it was good, and God was faithful.
As we’ve been whooshing through the past year and into next year, I’ve felt God hold me close. I’ve felt His delight for me as a beloved daughter and His yearning for Wellesley to know Him. I almost feel like His eyes crinkle up in joy every time I gasp in wonder at the miracle in the transformation of students’ lives (or even in my life!) or when we as a fellowship take a deep breath and step out in faith to share the Gospel. Am I at the point where I can lift my arms to the skies and wave ‘em come hell or high water? Not completely… But I now have confidence in my calling in His mission and I know from experience that “His will, done His way, will never lack His supply”. As I prepare, plan and pray for next year, God is calling us as a fellowship to take more risks in ministry for His sake, and to keep our eyes on Him as we seek to know God and to make God known.
The whole rollercoaster experience reminds me of a very familiar passage – Psalm 23, where the writer speaks of being led through valleys “of the shadow of death” and “green pastures”. Yet the “Lord is my Shepherd… what else could I ever want?”
Thank you, my ministry partners, for being with us in this journey. In this newsletter, I’ve summarized a couple of ways I’ve seen God answer prayers this past year and how we’ve heard his call for next year. I hope you’re excited as I am!
Blessings and love,
Kat/KK Hampson












