Monday, March 14, 2011

Moments of Love

I want to give you some glimpses into my daily life in the orphanage.

~I have become the resident nurse.  :)  There have been a couple more serious things where I really wish I knew something more about first aid (will definitely be taking a refresher course on that when I get home!) but mostly it's just the minor cuts associated with being a kid who spends his days playing outside.  At any point when I'm in my room I could have a little tap on my door, to open it up and find a little one standing there with a bleeding knee or something of the sort.  More often than not, it ends up becoming a crowd of five to ten kids, all crying out for bandaids, neosporin, vitamins, and basically just love and attention.  I've been trying to teach them about patience and waiting their turn, but it doesn't seem to be helping much.  While I'm doctoring one up, the other nine are usually crowding around and yelling out all at the same time, "Melissa, Melissa, malad la, malad la" (I'm hurt here) and I'm slathering on Neosporin in every direction.  It's always a good patience tester.  And it's always a good reminder of how much they need individual attention and love, living in a place with so many kids.

My favorite is when just one comes to the door and I can sit them down, fix them up, give them a kiss, ask about their day, and just have a little moment with them.  That's what it's really about anyways.  Little cuts like that can go without bandaids.  In fact, before I came, I'm sure they pretty much did and survived just fine.  But it's about the love that is being communicated through that bandaid.  And that, I think, is what keeps them coming to my door day after day.  Sometimes I'm busy or task-focused and I miss it.  But I don't want to.  Lord~ enlarge my heart and help me to see that every moment of every day is really about this- about showing Your love through whatever and to whomever You put in front of me.  After all, the greatest of all the commandments is this:  you shall love. 


~The older kids in the orphanage have a really good band- trombones, trumpets, drums, saxophones and clarinets- the whole nine yards.  They get invited to play at various events all around town and recently had an invitation to a very important event with the ambassador from the United States to Haiti.  They spent several nights practicing on the patio to get ready for it, while the younger kids and I spent several nights dancing in the hallway listening to them.  Holding hands and running in circles, jumping, conga lines, back and forth, around and around, picking up one kid after another, singing, sweating, shouting, clapping every time they finished a song, just loving it.  It made me laugh so hard and filled me with such joy.  The Bible talks about dancing before the Lord.  Adults really should do it a lot more often.  :) 


~With that many kids in a place, it feels like there is almost constantly one crying.  Another thing that has become my favorite when I hear one crying for longer than the normal few little tears from squabbles or tumbles, is searching them out, swooping them up, and comforting them.  And I think of the Comforter, who does this with us.  It's a beautiful thing to be reminded of this so often and to share it with these precious little children of His who need tangible arms to express their Daddy's heart to them in their young age. 

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God" (2 Cor. 1:3-4).

~One of the littlest guys, Michel, who is about 3, has taken a huge liking to me.  He refers to me as his wife, girlfriend, or sister, depending on the day.  Sometimes at night I'll come out of my room and find him sitting outside my door just waiting for me.  Sometimes it's early, so I'll set him on my lap and tickle him and play with him.  Sometimes it's late and I'll take him to the rocking chair on the patio and rock him to sleep.  I will cry when I leave this kid in April.

Michel
Psalm 131

 LORD, my heart is not haughty,
         Nor my eyes lofty.
         Neither do I concern myself with great matters,
         Nor with things too profound for me.
     
 Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul,
         Like a weaned child with his mother;
         Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
     
 O Israel, hope in the LORD
         From this time forth and forever.




1 comment:

  1. Melissa this is so awesome that you are doing this for our Lord and not for great rewards by the world. Congrats and I hope you keep me posted on what you are doing over there. God Bless and I will continue to pray for you and the work your doing.

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