God Has Your Number

Nicco Musacchio is a missionary kid from Guatemala and serves as the LAC Communications Coordinator. He is married to fellow missionary kid Leah Musacchio (Hartensveld) from Indonesia, with their first daughter Ella on the way in September of 2017. They currently live in Nixa, Missouri.

I remember waking to my 8 AM alarm that Spring morning, my phone buzzing on the floor next to my bed. The sun cast warm rays over Lake Michigan and stretched its golden fingers down my street, through the trees and into my dorm room. My eyes adjusted and all at once I remembered my flight to Houston left in just a few hours. Groggily, I reached for my phone and silenced the chirping.

That’s when the text came.

Let me rewind a little bit. It was the last finals week of my second year at Northwestern University, and I was preparing to leave behind a full scholarship to study journalism to pursue a degree in Intercultural Communications at the University of Valley Forge (formerly Valley Forge Christian College). God had planted a burden for world missions in my heart, and I felt strongly led to change course and study theology with an added focus on communications.

Years earlier, God had planted a passion inside me to build a better bridge between the mission field and the church. At the time, I imagined myself traveling internationally and capturing stories of missionaries to package them in a way that helped millennials grab hold of the Great Commission for themselves. So you can imagine my reaction when, during my last trimester at NU, my aunt called to tell me that on Sunday morning at her church, someone had promoted a two-week trip for media students to work with an international media missions group based in Madrid.

I immediately submitted my application (by video, which took at about a hundred takes), and waited. A few days later, I received news that I had been accepted, and that I was going to be part of a team led by none other than… the Digital Media Communications department head of the University of Valley Forge. Who also happened to be a kid in my parents’ youth group more more than a decade earlier.

Along with other amazing “coincidences” that confirmed God’s leading in my life, this was huge. My parents were gracious enough to loan me the $1500 I needed to book a last minute flight and for the trip itself, and I promised to pay them back before the trip began — in just 28 days.

“Jesus, if this is you,” I prayed, “provide everything I need.”

So I started where any twenty-year-old broke college kid might, and wrote cards asking friends and family to support the trip. (Not necessarily the best route.) Later I started a Facebook page called “Send Nicco to Madrid.” (Yes, I was that guy.) I asked a few family friends in person, then personally messaged a few others, and slowly I began to receive envelopes with cash and checks and notes of encouragement.

It wasn’t easy to ask people to believe in me and in God’s call on my life, let alone to ask people to give me money. In fact, it was terrifying and humbling. As a missionary kid, I traveled with my parents to countless churches as we raised support to sustain us on the ground. I watched God provide over and over again in miraculous ways, and believed he could do it for me. But actually doing it myself was another story — I’m not them. Maybe God doesn’t hear my prayers. Maybe God isn’t in this.

The night before I left, I counted up the gifts that had been sent again. I was short $350. I remember sitting at my desk, counting the hours I had left but knowing I had already followed every lead I had. In my heart I knew God could provide. “If you could do this much,” I prayed, “Why not the whole thing?” As I laid on my bed, I determined in my heart to be thankful for what he had provided and rehearsed telling my parents I had failed.

The morning of my flight, I awoke to my 8 AM alarm and grabbed my phone to turn it off. One second later, a text came in from a family friend I hadn’t spoken to in years.

How much do you have left to raise?

I still have $350.

I want to take care of the rest.

He had no idea about my promise to repay my parents, or that it was the morning of my departure to Madrid. He was simply obeying what God had told him to do.

God knows where you’ve been and where you’re going. He is present at the intersection of your heart and your mind, in that space where your obedience and your longings collide. He’s not looking for a perfect understanding of his will — he’s looking for your faith. Learn to discern his voice, and trust him when he says jump. Give him an opportunity to show you his faithfulness.

College students: take your God-given opportunities to serve on a missions trip over Spring or Summer Break before this window of time closes. Five out of six people in Latin America Caribbean do not know Jesus. Get eyes on, and ask God how he might use you to reach them.

My father used to preach this about the hard things God had called him to do. I clung to this verse then, and I still do:

“He who calls you is faithful; he will surely do it.” — 1 Thes. 5:24

Nicco Musacchio