Many days, God chooses to give us glimpses of His glory, and other days the work here just feels like work. But even in the midst of the occasional mundane, God is still moving in people’s lives even if we can’t see it. I've realized it's times like that when we really have to hold onto the vision- the big picture, and not just get through the day, but choose to thrive in each moment of that day, aware that God is still working, and being ready to show His love at any opportunity.
Yesterday in the field was one of those days. We had our last marathon-Saturday of teaching for this group of girls and the awards ceremony will be on Tuesday. To be real, it was a long day, with most of our time spent listening to teachings in Luo and wishing so badly that we could speak the language, but also observing our teachers develop a heart and a passion to see their girls live a healthy and holy life. At the end of the day, 47 girls committed to abstain-praise God!
The absolute highlight of my day was a 4-foot-nothing teacher that we have who looks younger than some of the students in our younger-age class. Her name is Hilda Mercy and she is a little ball of fire and you can’t help but be so attracted to that fire in her.
Her laughter is so robust and contagious and comes from deep within her and bubbles out of her about 50 times a minute. As soon as class ended yesterday, the heavy rain clouds opened up and all the teachers tried to pile into the cab of our truck so they wouldn’t get wet. Hilda Mercy crammed in with Bethany and another teacher into the front seat. She tried to close the door and realized, a little too late, that her head was still halfway outside. She shut her head in the door and didn’t waste a second before she was absolutely cracking up at herself, which, in turn, filled the cab of the truck with laughter from everyone- and we couldn’t stop. Watching her face and seeing that she couldn’t even catch her breath from laughing so hard made me laugh until I was crying.
Laughter always seems to bring our two very different cultures to a common ground, whether we understand why we’re laughing or not (and usually we don’t)…
-MariAnne
Yesterday in the field was one of those days. We had our last marathon-Saturday of teaching for this group of girls and the awards ceremony will be on Tuesday. To be real, it was a long day, with most of our time spent listening to teachings in Luo and wishing so badly that we could speak the language, but also observing our teachers develop a heart and a passion to see their girls live a healthy and holy life. At the end of the day, 47 girls committed to abstain-praise God!
The absolute highlight of my day was a 4-foot-nothing teacher that we have who looks younger than some of the students in our younger-age class. Her name is Hilda Mercy and she is a little ball of fire and you can’t help but be so attracted to that fire in her.
Her laughter is so robust and contagious and comes from deep within her and bubbles out of her about 50 times a minute. As soon as class ended yesterday, the heavy rain clouds opened up and all the teachers tried to pile into the cab of our truck so they wouldn’t get wet. Hilda Mercy crammed in with Bethany and another teacher into the front seat. She tried to close the door and realized, a little too late, that her head was still halfway outside. She shut her head in the door and didn’t waste a second before she was absolutely cracking up at herself, which, in turn, filled the cab of the truck with laughter from everyone- and we couldn’t stop. Watching her face and seeing that she couldn’t even catch her breath from laughing so hard made me laugh until I was crying.Laughter always seems to bring our two very different cultures to a common ground, whether we understand why we’re laughing or not (and usually we don’t)…
-MariAnne
1 comment:
WHOA!!! I love that girl! Boy do those shirts look smart!
See ya'll soon, i miss you like crazy!
shau
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