Thursday, August 26, 2010
"I was trying to help you find work and we had been searching many places. I finally came across a place where you could help inner-city children learn how to read. I was a bit nervous about showing you this place because it wasn't exactly a "Christian" agency, but I thought you still might be able to make a difference there.
We pulled up to a building that looked a lot like a post office and ventured inside. Partitions were set up every where, with a tutor and a student in each booth. We looked around and again, I pondered, "would this be good enough for Karen, because I know she really has a missionary heart?"
Spotted in the distance was a cubicle missing some walls. We could see a chubby young black girl seated there. When she spotted us, a smile crossed her face and excitement sparkled in her eyes as she jumped up, ran over to Karen, and squealed, "Jambo, Jesus!"
Judy awoke with a smile on her face. Africa in the inner-city. Karen is just the person to share Jesus with this little girl and she knew that about her... she couldn't wait to hear the story of Jesus.
May I be a shining light for HIM!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
There is a Lebanese proverb that says: "He can swallow a camel but chokes on a mosquito."
How true is it that too often we can't handle the little things? They become overwhelming and all-consuming, when all around us is goodness and beauty. Why do we become swamped with the pests when in reality we are on a gorgeous journey? Seldom do we remember that the canopy of light above the trees is always there, we take it for granted. O sure, we remember the Light when we need it, but maybe we're focusing on the wrong things... no matter how much it hurts.
I don't have the answers. Trust me... mosquitoes BITE! But they are a truly small part on life's path.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Saturday: It was high time for me to head out of town and take a break, so off to the Royal Botanical Gardens it was. With a picnic lunch and an adventurous attitude we hiked some trails and smelled the flowers. I must admit that I probably push friends or traveling companions to go where they may not wish to normally go. We tried to find 7 gnomes in a hedge maze and marvelled at the art of bonsai.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Gently swinging in my newly hung Filipino hammock (which has been in storage since 2004), I'm finishing a good book and listening to the airconditioner hum in the background. I'm hanging outside on the brick deck the family just laid this week, and I'm trying to stay out of the airconditioning as it is too cold for my liking. The hum doesn't annoy me, it becomes music to my ears, but it does make me ponder other sounds that I have heard this week.
- A preteen wraps himself in a blue and silver rocket shaped tent, pretending to be the wind. He spins and flas the tent with such creativity that I not only hear the wind, but feel its effects.
- An elementary school friend teases with delight as she once again beats me in Super Quiz. It's an annual contest, in which she wins a majority of the time, but honestly, I think my mind goes on a vacation too whenever I book time off of work.
- During my three days off I tune in to mosquitos buzzing as I hike a KingFisher trail at Scanlon Creek. Subways squeal as the track takes a slight curve, leading us to the Dupont station, so my friend and I can walk over to Casaloma. My ear gets a little sore from listening to three hours of Casaloma history in an audio tour device, but the info is fantastic. And later on in the day, I wiggle at the edge of my seat as I take in the "Jersey Boys" show and listen to some oldie but goodie Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons hits. Here I am at Casaloma, with my listening device!
- My dreams were filled with rythym since Dad and my brother were pounding down bricks in the back deck. No, they weren't working at night, I was just trying to sleep after a night shift at work, and the sleep turned out pretty funky, I just can't remember what I was dreaming about.
- My Tommy Hilfiger watch (a gift from my bank years ago) ticks evenly, but that can only be heard when resting my head in my hands.
I've been pondering, how do I give audience to all of these other sounds and yet somehow miss the voice of God? I know He is very real in my life. I believe God has me where I am for a purpose. I pray that I am being used daily for His glory. But, somehow I am not hearing Him. I'm desiring some future direction and some passion for the now.