One of my favorite memories of this year is captured slightly in “be at rest” in my favorite blogs area of my sight. The experience I am about to write of holds a similar place in my heart.
Pompelo, an 8 yr old child born deaf taught me much about life and perspective this past month. Most every morning we would start the day off with some breakfast and quiet time before worshiping Him in song and then listening to Jose share what God was putting on His heart. This all happened after I woke up to the sunrise over Lake Malawi peaking through the mesh of my tent situated on the beach near the sound of the rolling waves and grunting hippo…
Well, this one morning I found myself stretched out against a pillar of the house worshiping with the crew and looking out over the lake when my dear friend Pompelo came straight to me. He climbed into my lap and sprawled out in contentment on me. We all continued singing while my little friend just soaked it all in. Soon I heard a noise that was actually harmony for a brief second from a voice I wasn’t yet used to. I looked behind me before realizing it was coming from Him. He had been watching the lips of others move and put it together with my breathing as his head was on my chest. What came out was a joyful, beautiful noise that I would dare say was more attractive than any of our voices. He can’t speak anything discernable but the sound coming from his heart was just beaming beyond what words can generally express.
The “ironic” thing was that we had been singing a song by Carey Job ( no idea how to spell her name) with lyrics that say:
The more I seek you, the more I find you
The more I find you, the more I love you
I want to sit at your feet,
drink from the cup in your hand
lay back against you and breathe
feel your heart beat
this love is so deep
it’s more than I can stand
I melt in your peace
It’s overwhelming me…
I hope that someday He can fully hear…I hope he can hear himself laugh as a friend of mine once said. I also hope that he never finds caution or timidity in completely opening his heart to God to make whatever noise He puts there. Compared to him, I feel self concious and reserved. God, please make me more like Pompelo that my desire would be to just sprawl out on you and try to make whatever noise you are making regardless of how close I can come. All I know is that while he climbed up into my lap, I felt as though I was climbing into His…and for a moment I realized that this child and the one sitting in my lap both had the same desire of heart…
