While in Myanmar, I made a special friend named Sheri. Sheri is a grown woman with the mind and body of a child. She talks like a child and plays like a child. It was as if God knew she was too sweet to age.
On my team’s last night in Myanmar, our host had a farewell ceremony for us. The seat next to me was taken, so Sheri sat a few seats away. I patted my lap as an invitation for her to sit if she wanted to. She smiled brightly before running over to plop down onto my lap. She made herself comfortable by laying her head on my shoulder and twining her arms around my neck.
We had fun watching all the dances and songs together that night. Sheri always had an arm around my neck. She curled into me as if I was a comfortable chair. We laughed together a lot during the ceremony. She went into a boneless sleep a few times, and I had to scramble to keep her from falling onto the ground.
As I sat there with Sheri, I realized I was sad to leave Myanmar. The people were amazing. They were always smiling and laughing. Myanmar is the first country on the race that people really stopped and looked at me because I was white.
All the pointing and staring can make you self conscious if you let it. You have to remember that people will be more willing to talk to you because you’re abnormal. Jesus uses all the ‘different’ in us to share the Gospel, and I can honestly say I was never happier to be different.
