Last month we were in Zimbabwe.
We worked with an organization called Scripture Union. They go into schools, start Bible clubs and visit the clubs they have already started. My team would split up into two groups so that we could visit about 4 schools each day. We would take a very full mini bus (they stuff 20 people into a 15-passenger van) to the schools, have a little Bible study with them, sing songs and play some games for 30 minutes to 2 hours depending on the school.
On Saturdays we would help with Kids’ camp. We’d have a Bible story, play games and sing songs. I really enjoyed this time with the kids.
Recently, we went to the church of one of the guys that we were working with. This was our second time going and the pastor called us up on stage and wanted us to share a testimony of something that God had done. I was freaking out on the inside. I never like it when we have to do things like this. I thought to myself, “What am I going to say?” The first thing that popped into my head was to talk about my dyslexia and what God had taught me. I was like, “no way am I going to share that! It will make me start crying and I don’t want to do that.” By this time Karen was sharing about how it was hard for her to fundraise, but how God came though and helped her. I thought to myself, “Oh, I’ll just share something about fund raising, anything so I didn’t have to share about the other stuff.”
When Karen was done, Jen went and while Jen was talking I felt so strongly about sharing about dyslexia, I was shaking inside. When Jen was done she handed me the mic and I was like, “Here it goes.” I talked about how I used to feel broken inside because of dyslexia and how God has taught me that He made me the way that He wanted me to be made. He made me perfect. I don’t remember all that I said, but when we went back to our seats I said to myself, “I hope someone needed to hear that because I don’t know why I needed to share it.”
After church a lady come up to me and told me that her son thinks he has dyslexia and she said “you should have seen him, when you were talking. He sat up in his chair and said am I not the only one?” It brought tears to my eyes as she told me this. I thanked her for telling me. God showed me that, even when I don’t see why He wants me to share something, I need to do it because I don’t know who needs to hear it, but God does.
