family is heading to my nephews football game this morning in the US,
except me. I wonder why I’m here and not there, and then I remind
myself that I told God last November “Your will be done, God, not
mine.”
to be done, not mine. Even when I cannot see why I’m here, I do believe
He’s using me. He placed me here so I could hug one of these children
because otherwise they would have nobody to hug them. He put me here to
rub my teammates back as she walked past me, so she could feel a little
bit of home. He put me here to clean, organize and paint that house for
Oaza so they wouldn’t have to pay someone to do it. He put me here to
encourage the long term missionaries that we are staying with so they
could be reminded of why they are here. He put me here so that I could
buy a McFlurry for one of these kids who never gets to go out for ice
cream. He put me here to paint a picture for these children that would
illustrate to them the Love Christ feels for them and to encourage them
to walk with Him. He brought me here to bring joy to some Romanian
children for a few hours one day.
am doing. I cannot see the entire picture. I can only see a glimpse, a
few moments in someone’s life where I am a part of it. Then I realize that does not mean I am not making a difference to these Romanian children because God said in Ephesians 2:10
