For Christmas this past year my mom, I mean Santa got me some bath bombs. For those of who don’t know what that is it’s just like a ball of bath salts essentially that make your bath colorful and its good for your skin.
Yeah so anyway I used one of them on my last nights of being in the states and once the bath bomb dissolved a little plastic yellow ring came out. I really had no idea why but after my bath instead of just throwing it away I decided to put it on. It barely fit my pinky, but I couldn’t get myself to take it off. It’s not that it was super cute or even comfortable I just felt like I should keep it on, so I just rolled with it. I will put a picture on my story on instagram of my sister and I the night I said goodbye to my family and if you look closely at the picture you will see me wearing said ring.
Once I got to training camp I was honestly once again over this ring and didn’t know why I was holding onto it, so I decided to just put it in my pencil case because I could not comprehend why I felt so attached to this stupid plastic ring. Once we got to cicrin and was just journaling one day I saw the ring in my pencil bag and thought that maybe one day I could give it to one of the kids, but I didn’t just want to choose one and then have all the other kids wondering where their ring was. So, I just forgot about it and zipped up my bag.
Since leavingcicrin I haven’t even thought about the ring, until today. Here at light andsalt they have this ministry called Mercy in Action where they invite the elderly to a little sermon and then they get to take home some rice, beansand oil. This morning Jeremy and I got to help with that and pray over all of the people there which was very cool but that has very little to do with my story. So, after Mercy inAction I went to the table to set my camera by my bag and there was a little girl sitting there by herself waiting for her mom. So, I decided to sit by her. My first question was if she knew English and she said no and then she asked if I knew Spanish and I said no. So, I asked her the only question I know in Spanish which is “what is your name”. After we exchanged names my first instinct was to stop talking to her because I don’t know any other way to communicate with her but then I saw a piece of paper in front of me and the only thought that came to mind was tic-tac-toe. So, I drew the lines to the game and pointed to itlike as a way of asking if she knew how to play. Her face immediately lit up and we played tic-tac-toe for like 15 minutes. Then afterthat she taught me this handshake and Itaughter her one too. After that I had no idea what to do, I tried to talk to her through google translate then it finally dawned on me, I have watercolors! So, I got up and grabbed a cup of water, some paper from my notebook and my watercolors in my backpack. We just painted with each other, she painted a picture with our names on it and so I painted a picture with me, her and another one of my teammates who joined us. Then when I went to grab a different brush from my pencil bag, I saw my yellow plastic ring. Without a second thought I grabbed it and asked if she wanted it and by that I mean I pointed at the ring and then at her and said “for you” although she most definitely didn’t understand my English she understood my pointing and had the cutest smile I’d ever seen and said “gracias!” We got to hang out a bit more after that and just share some smiles. But after she left it hit me like a ton of bricks of why I couldn’t let go of that yellow plastic ring. God knew and worked through it. Even when I thought it was pointless, He had a purpose. Hoping I will get to see her again next week! I’ll keep ya’ll posted!
Emily<3
