1st Samuel 3:9 – “Speak, Lord, your servant is listening.”
So I didn’t blog last week. I was sitting at the computer trying to figure out what I was going to write and I felt like the Lord was saying “Hey, you don’t need to write about anything right now. Just spend some time LISTENING to Me.” For me, to write a blog last week would have been disobedient.
This past week I’ve been trying to turn my brain off and just listen to what the Lord is trying to tell me. He’s been teaching me how to live with my ears always tuned to HIS voice and to keep my mouth shut when He’s trying to speak. After all, I have 2 ears and 1 mouth…so I should listen twice as much as I speak. (See, JMC, I do pay attention when you talk).
This week at one of the care points, I met the cutest little (almost) 3 yr. old girl. I can’t even remember her Swazi name but I know that it means “our gift.” The name fits her, because she certainly is a precious gift. After a little while, the girl’s mom came up to me and I spent the rest of my time having a conversation with her. She told me about her life and family – and how they have no jobs right now. But there was something so different about her: JOY and HAPPINESS! (I found out later that her name means “happiness”:) ). The love and kindness that flowed from this young woman was amazing. I made sure she knew that I was praying for her. When I asked her if she needed anything, she said “I’ll let you know tomorrow.” I was surprised by her answer but was praying that I’d get to see her the next day. When I finally HAD to leave, the little girl burst into tears. Her mom told me “She loves you. She wants to go with you.” But I know it’s not my love she sees. It’s the Father’s. The way He’s teaching me about love is incredible. And it’s also great to see how He’s answered my “use me as Your hands and feet” prayer.
I didn’t get to see her the next day, but I felt the Spirit leading me to go to that care point today. So Emma, Meredith, and I spent our morning there. The woman wasn’t there, but God no doubt blessed us with the chance to play with and show love to the children. Of course I was sad that I didn’t get to see her but I told the go go’s to let the woman know that we would try to come back and visit her again. I might not get to see her again this side of eternity, but I know I can at least pray for her. I’m confident that sharing a little bit about her in this blog is exactly what the Lord wants me to do.
Praise the Lord for my new friend, Zethu Nkhambule.
