This woman, High Ya (phonetic spelling), models the love of Jesus. She lives next to the orphanage. She has watched us play with kids all month long.
When I gave a talk to the kids about serving others to show them the love of Jesus she was there, across the fence, listening.
The next day she comes to us with this mango fruit roll up type thing. It was completely unexpected it was a shear act of kindness, love, and serving.
I have doubted a lot if people listen when I talk. It’s a bit of an insecurity of mine that my words don’t matter. Add that in with a language barrier and translation issues I have no idea if what I say gets heard even more. Doubt and fear creep in and The Devil tries to tear me away.
I have been trusting in letting the Holy Spirit give me the words lately. Rehearsing my lesson less and praying even more before I give a word.
This woman heard the lord speak through me. As I write this I am realizing how The Lord continues to show himself to me in ways that I don’t see right away.
Sometimes it’s easy for me to process things in my head. Others, I realize when I type them out or talk about them.
This was a time when he’s affirming me in this area of my life and I am full of joy remembering how loved I am
