We arrived just after sundown. Since vespers had started already, we just pulled the truck up by the kitchen area and got out, leaving our stuff to carry in later. As I walked up, all the kids and staff sat around the tables listening to P’Sanae read the Bible. Before I even had a chance to survey and decide where to sit, Naam called out my name with outstretched arms. In her voice, which was well above a whisper though she was trying to be quiet, I could sense her excitement. Her face lit up in a smile as I walked over to hug her. She latched onto my hand, giving me no choice but to sit with her. That seemed like her plan since she didn’t let go until it was time to eat. She would randomly lean in to hug my arm, all the while smiling contagiously. This is a bond built despite language barriers, age gaps, and cultural differences.
That small, insignificant gesture was exactly what I needed. Today was a weird day. I felt drained even though I hadn’t done much besides sit in the car. God knew all that and provided exactly what I needed. He used Naamy to remind me why I am here and that I am loved. To know you are loved is one of the greatest things in the world. On numerous occasions, almost daily, Naam reminds me of just that. She has been one of the most special blessings to me.
As I sat there, surrounded by kids, eating our traditional Friday night dinner consisting of hotdogs and French fries (something I excitedly look forward to each week), I was overwhelmed with emotions. I laughed at all the creative ways they eat hot dogs with sliced bread (since we do not have hotdog buns here), I listened as they told me about their days at school, and I smiled when they asked about our trip and told me they were glad we were back. How did a place so foreign and far away, come to feel so much like home? I think this must be what heaven will be like; one big family.
As I walked back to my house after, I reflected on what just happened and the impact it had on me. Could God be teaching me about my relationship with Him through Naam’s relationship with me? Do I have that kind of excitement toward time with Him? Do I find joy and security in His presence? If God can use a 3-year-old, maybe he can use me too.
I love Friday nights! Hannah and I always comment on how peaceful they are. Tonight was extra special to me though. I feel even more at peace and am so thankful for the way I just saw God work for me. The enemy had been working hard all day, but God knew just what I needed to direct me back to Him as I enter Sabbath.
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