Monday, December 5, 2011

Day 129

Well, its today again. That keeps happening. I mentioned last night that it hasn't rained in a few days. My bad because its been raining all day. Don't tell all the people that hate rain but I like it, shh. It was placed in front of my face today that my time on this patch of land is screeching to a halt. So tonight I slip into a coma of mixed emotions. Is there a Visine for that? There are so many things to look forward to at home, but there are so many things to morn before I can. Friends, places, faces, feelings, food, a need, a usefulness I've never before had. I sit and watch these kids tell me about all the people who visit, then leave. One after the other. Connection formed, connection broken. Just like that, again and again. I'm not special, I'm the next connection. Made then broken. A single serving friend, teacher, worker. God did his work, through me or not. He will continue it after I'm gone. I'm thankful I could be a part of it, if only for a short while. And I'm thankful for those who continue to do God's work with these children when no one else will. "Never support an experience which does not have God as its Source and faith in God as its result."-Oswald Chambers

2 comments:

  1. Chris, you ARE special. You answered a call and you served ... wholeheartedly! - no wonder you have experienced a usefulness you've never before had. God has and will continually do His work through you. Praying that you will continually give your Utmost for His Highest during the next part of your Journey and that He will continue to bless you with the opportunity to be useful for Him!

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  2. Chris,
    I echo Jane's comments. You ARE special because you are willing to offer yourself to be used by God. I know that God had a plan when he called you to go and share your life with these kids. I also know that you are right when you say He will continue His work when you are gone. It's an awesome experience to be a small part of the tapestry that God is weaving. I am very proud of you!

    Love,

    Dad

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