Happy Wednesday from the other side of the world.
Today is "Boys' Day" in KZ. School is out. Little boys are kicking soccer balls in the park across the street. It's breezy and sunny. A perfect morning.
We were without water in the village apartment for a good part of yesterday. So the inconveniences of missions seemed a little amplified. But honestly, all things considered, we have it very easy here. We have at least moderate AC, electricity, and wifi. We have a toilet, a bed, vehicles to carry us places...and we are fed daily by the wonderful women at the church.
I cannot express to you what an honor it is to sit down at a table they have meticulously set, and partake of food they have been slaving over for the better part of the day. They are proud to serve us, and they carefully watch our faces for signs of our enjoyment. They grin happily, filled with excitement, when we ask for more. If such simple things as smiling and eating all that is in front of me can bless the hearts of these most beloved women...that's not even a sacrifice. That's a privilege.
I'm always amazed by how willing the believers here are to share their struggles. In America, we will say "fine" when asked how we are, and it will take a lot to get us to open up and share honestly about the real things in our hearts.
Not here. Here, no conversation ends without one of them saying "this is what I need prayer for." I'm convicted by their transparency. I long to be more like that in my own life.
Today we begin prayer meetings during the afternoons, and also have the second night of the parenting seminar they asked us to conduct.
Pray for us, that the Lord will use us, spoiled and self-absorbed Americans, to be a blessing.
After all, His Word tells us that He has blessed us SO THAT we can be a blessing. And I want to be a blessing the way HE asks me to, not just the way I feel most comfortable.
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