Monday, July 18, 2011

The Orphan Spirit - An Illustration

A couple days ago I was listening to the Grace Center podcast "Son or Orphan" again. It's SO good. If you haven't heard it, I highly encourage you to go to the website and download it. I've heard it probably half a dozen times since I have been part of Grace Center.

The message gives me new insight into the behaviors of children I have been working with at the Hands and Feet Project for the past 3 weeks now. Yesterday I spent a good part of the morning organizing the playroom in the Toddler House: switching out toys, pulling old or broken ones and putting new/different ones on the shelf. I had 2 piles of  toys: one pile that was salvageable with minor repair or new batteries, and one pile that was destined for the trash. Later in the afternoon, I saw one of the preschool boys playing with a broken See 'N Say, one of the toys I had put in the trash can in front of our house.  I took it back, telling him it was broken and didn't work, and returned it to where it the trash.  He got mad and stomped off to sulk, thinking I was so mean to have taken away his toy... What he doesn't know is that in our depot, the entire back wall is filled with toys, some still in the original packaging, waiting for the opportunity to be used.  

We are all like that sometimes. We hold on to things that might look nice, but they don't work or do us any good: unhealthy relationships, miserable job situations, and wrong mindsets because we think we're better off having something broken than not having anything at all. What we don't realize is that if we would just let go of our tight grip on it (whatever it is) and allow God to "fix it or toss it", we would receive something so much greater in return. We forget that our loving heavenly Father has a "depot", a heavenly storehouse filled with every good and perfect gift that is our inheritance. It is His good pleasure to give us the kingdom... (Luke 12:32) 

Sunday, July 3, 2011

A Series of Unfortunate Events

In the two weeks leading up to my departure for Haiti, I experienced several unexpected and unpleasant circumstances, which prompted someone to say,"Maybe this is a sign that you should not go to Haiti." Which got me thinking...Where would I be, where would any of us be if we stopped doing the thing we are called to do because we experienced failure, unexpected loss, inconvenience, disappointment, even pain? What about all the scientists, doctors, athletes, inventors, etc. that kept going against all odds? What about Jesus? I'm thankful He didn't lose sight of His calling in the face of incredible opposition and pain, even death. 

Despite a car accident, a stressful move out of my apartment, the unsuccessful transfer of the care of my cat to my brother's house (she peed on his carpet after he yelled at her so I had to find alternate arrangements),  my dad's hospitalization for food poisoning, which led to a shortened stay in Pittsbugh, AND the airline refusing to allow me to check the suitcase full of all my teacher stuff...I, and my luggage, finally arrived at the Hands and Feet Project in Jacmel on Tuesday afternoon. It feels so good to be settling in "at home" here. I love every minute I spend with these precious kids.  I spent all day today gathering supplies to start "school" with the toddlers on Monday. I can't wait! But for now, I should head to bed. It's "late", almost 10pm, and nearly all the lights in the houses are out. Tomorrow is Sunday, which means nursery duty bright and early...