Tuesday, May 13, 2014
A day called "today"
The moon so bright it casts shadows. As Tuesday comes to a close, it's just been a sweet day. I have all these intentions of sharing with you things that are happening, ways that we see God working, but usually the moment passes. Something comes up. And since I can't find a moment to write more than a snap-shot of the day, I just give up. Well today you get a snap-shot. This will never do justice to it and I wish I could beam you over for an hour so you could taste the delicious breeze and soak in the laughter and squeals of school children. Every day here is unpredictable. Sure there may be some general patterns; sure school is scheduled between 1:30 and 5:00. What takes place in the 24 hours called "today", well that is just always yet to be told. Began the morning with my team as we prayed and got on the same page. (We're going through The Gospel Primer from Missio Publishing if you or your community is looking for a read). Spent an hour or so with a friend for mutual exchanges of language, i.e. English class. Then a sweet young lady stopped by to chat and being as she is deaf, we signed and laughed and caught up since our last time together. Then there were trips to the medical clinic throughout the day as needs arose. Some precious time teaching a math lesson in 2nd grade. A random and lovely 10 minutes out at the playground with a lady and her baby. It was a gorgeous island afternoon with a cool breeze. We've been working with her and praying; oh what joy to see her growing confidence, faith, efficacy and partnership. One of my favorite moments today was coming out the door at recess and all the first graders are huddled at the feet of a vary animated 6 year old "reading" to them from Dr. Seuss. It's now time to call it a day. Hopeful that there will be no emergencies in the night. Grateful to share in this day, in this play, with this community. Sometimes I forget to thank Jesus for the bigger story He is unfolding before me. Though there was nothing that felt all that remarkable or anything, it was just sweet to rest in His affection. This is Him at work.
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