My days are not all that exciting right now…
I wake up about 6:00am (if the roosters are kind enough to let me sleep that long), sip my coffee, and soak in the freshness of a new day.
I wish I could say that after my morning routine I hit the streets and head over to the drop in center for the morning feeding…or check in on things at the halfway home…or take one of the street kids out for lunch to get to know him better. But I can’t.
Because that’s not what I do right now. That’s the dream in my heart and I know it will happen…but it’s not quite time yet.
For now every morning after my coffee and sweet time with Jesus, I throw my language book and all my vocab words into my backpack, grab a pen and the bike keys on the way out the door, and head down to the local café for tutoring.
Memorize. Quiz. Listen. Recite. Work on pronunciation. Bang head on table. Drink more coffee. Memorize new words. Repeat. And that is literally my whole day. Throw in some emails, planning and vision casting for what is next, skype meetings, a weekly trip to the market, and church on Sundays, and that about covers it!
Every fiber of my being longs to fast forward to October and be in Cagayan de Oro with the street kids opening a drop in center. Most days I don’t feel like talking, or planning, or learning anymore. I just want to go DO IT!
This weekend we went to Cagayan to see the building that will eventually be renovated into the drop in center, learn our way around the city, and meet some of the kids. We went out on Friday night and I got to hang out with some of the street kids I’ve been praying for for so long.
Finally! I thought to myself as we walked through the streets. We spent some time with the kids at a random concert in the middle of the plaza. We played. We danced. I flew down the slide. They laughed and thought I was crazy. I kind of am.
But I left there torn and frustrated by the long journey ahead, discouraged that I couldn’t do the one thing I so desperately wanted- talk to them.
I learned a few of their names and I told them mine but that’s about as far as we could go. I couldn’t ask them their stories or share mine with them. I couldn’t let them know about the drop in center or tell them how we came all the way to the Philippines just for them. I couldn’t talk about Jesus…Hope…nothing. I couldn’t really say anything at all.
For a few minutes I was frustrated- convinced it would be years before I could really speak their language. But now I’m not so frustrated. I’m motivated.
On the way home, and often since then, I’ve thought about the parable in Matthew 25 where the master gives a few of his servants each bags of gold. In the story, 2 of the guys take their money and put it to work, in essence multiplying what they were given to begin with. The other servant took his gold and hid it away so it would be safe when his master came back to get it.
In the end the master comes back and isn’t very happy with the guy who did nothing with his time and what he was given. He calls him wicked and lazy and then throws him out. But to the other servants who worked and multiplied the money he says this-
“Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful over little; now I will entrust you with much. Come, enter the joy of your master!”
Even though my days right now feel small and insignificant, I still want to be faithful. I want to take this time God’s given me to learn the language and use it to the fullest-trusting and knowing that eventually He will say to us OK Leah…Meagan…Natalie- its GO time- show me what you’ve got!
I want to be fully ready for that day- with more to show for this time than when I started.
So until its go time, you’ll find me at a little yellow café in the center of town studying my tail off with my tutor- trying to learn this whacky Cebuano language…still dreaming of the “much” that is soon to come.
What “small things” has God entrusted you with lately?
Will you choose to be faithful in it?