As we were in this last village God brought some sweet moments with some mommas and their pikaninis (kids). Reminding me that this job can also be a lot of fun. Seeing a moma with an autistic son and knowing she has no resources. Yet, she knows how to care for him and how to do it well because Jehovah Jireh has given her Himself and the motherly instincts she needs. Sitting with this moma I had tears in my eyes because the Creator of the Universe never forgot about her. A woman in a village around 2 hours from town. Who had a son the LORD cared for as well as all the other children He has created and He gave this moma this special son. It made me stop and remember Him and see that He is here even when it doesn’t feel like it. When it seems the systems put in place have left many in need, He is there. He is in control.
I had a friend come up to me a few weeks ago and tell me she felt the LORD say He wanted to restore the things in my life I cut off and deemed weak He says are my strength. Wow, what a gift, a whisper from Him. I’ve been scared if I thought about things or got too emotional I wouldn’t be able to stay. That I’d miss my family too much and/or feel too uncomfortable to keep my commitment. Believe me, it’s not easy, I think there has been a sort of dreamy picture painted of missions. However, there are many joys and blessings just maybe not a lot that are always visible. My sensitivity and gentleness are not a weakness, but it is a strength to care. Even though the hurts are deeper the joys are brighter. Like treating this cute baby in the bottom picture, laughing with patients, and seeing that moma with the autistic son do the most amazing job.