I’m Honored

Last week I had an ordinary day in the camp. Apart from the
girls braving driving down alone (Cristianna has mad driving skills!), we went
about our day as usual. But the Lord really captivated my attention all day and
just filled me with gratefulness for so many things with that community.

As rain poured down on the feeble tent, Court, Cris, and I sat
sheltered in our friend Zipporah’s home with her three children. She was sick
with malaria, and the rest of her family was battling sickness as well. As I
watched her make lunch for her family, it was like the Lord smacked me over the
head with how honored I am to be here.

I’m honored to be serving Him alongside these people.

I’m honored that they would invite me into their homes and
into their lives, and that they have done that from the beginning.

I’m honored that they offer to share food with me in faith,
even when they don’t know where the next day’s meals will come from.

I’m honored that the mothers share their children with us and
trust us with them wholeheartedly.

I’m honored that they even give me the time of day as they are
struggling so much, when they know I have resources that I don’t and can’t
always just hand out to them.

I’m honored that they continue to trust us and have patience with
us to help meet their long-term needs, even though they are in need and don’t
see us doing lot of tangible things day-to-day.