It is in the little moments that the Lord shows up in big ways. He shows up in the big moments too, but you must seek him out in the little moments. The shy smile of an orphan who just needs a hug and someone to play with for 5 minutes. The remote villager that you invite yourself into their home and wash their dishes without asking. The hungry child that you give a bowl of rice and a tortilla. For me, that little moment came in the form of a picture. I am not a photographer by any means-my point and shoot camera may give me away on that one, haha. I am the type of person that takes a million pictures in hopes that maybe one will be good. The person who cringes slightly when a stranger asks them to take a picture for them.
This picture was taken while riding on the roof of a van traveling to a remote village. We were bouncing along holding on to the bars attached to the van praying that we would make it up this steep hill or that the brakes would work going down a massive decline of dirt. I was scared of taking my phone (aka my camera) out to take pictures because I thought I would drop it-crushed to smithereens, never to see my precious photos from the race again. I managed to snap 2 photos, the above photo being one of the them.
To me, this photo represents the journey I am on. The journey that the Lord called me to when He told me to go on The World Race. The journey that did not start then, but started when He first called me to follow him. Christ’s last words on earth were “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth” (Acts 1:8, Holy Bible NIV). The dirt road is the path that I am on. It may be rocky, washed out, and at times I pray because two tires are off the edge of he road and I am leaning so hard to not fall off the mountain, but God never said the journey with Him would be easy (John 15:18-21). In the background you can see a good portion of the region we are working in. That represents the nations; the people I am to take the good news of Christ. With every journey comes loneliness, a desire to quit and go back to when it was easy. It is in those moments that God comes along and picks me up, listens to my struggles like a dad would listen to his daughter, gives me advice, then pats me on the head and sends me on my way-leading and guiding every step. Who could ask more from any father?
