I'm really happy. :) The first couple weeks were a lot of just taking everything in, but life is starting to get a little flow to it. We pray early in the mornings and spend time with Jesus. We study Creole. We go about whatever is on for that day- things like visits to the country, playing basketball with the local kids, visiting Marco's orphanage, market shopping, prayer walks, taking sick kids to the doctor, walking around town holding hands with our street kid friends, Travis is teaching a Bible study twice a week, we spend time with our friends from there. We practice more Creole at night, we have dinner, hang out with the kiddos- I read for them or play the guitar and sing for them or paint their fingernails or run around with kids on my back. I read at night in my wonderful little room or journal or listen to sermons.
I was thinking as I was painting hundreds of little fingernails one day, saying the same few lines in Creole to every girl- "What's your name? How old are you? and Jesus loves you"- how I will probably look back on this sweet humble beginning one day with great fondness- when I couldn't really talk much to anyone, and could really only show love in little tangible ways. There's this simple beauty and purity to it. It feels so small, when God has spoken and promised so much in preparation and poured out such big vision, but I know this is how things start. It is just the beginning of a lifetime. God is working. I am content to rest in His timing and just keep loving and learning and let Him do whatever He wants to do.
Still, the need is overwhelming. It's a lot to take in and process. There are so many kids who need love and attention and food and Jesus all over town. And adults. Seventy kids are at the place I'm at and when I go to play with them, I get pretty much mobbed by the little ones. I want to have quality time with one at a time, and it's pretty much impossible. You give one minute to one, then pick up the next one and hug and kiss them and run and twirl, then put them down for the next one, then the next, then the next. They need so much love.
|Some of our little street kid friends.|
John 7:37-38 "If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water."
|My first night here a bunch of kids ran off and I followed them to see what was going on-- a dance party had developed in the bedroom :)|
|The little ones love running around naked, it cracks me up.|
|A new kiddo to the orphanage who I'm trying to love on lots, sleeping in my lap :)|