Lord, help me to praise you while being attacked by the enemy.5:14 p.m.
I got to do a little painting and manual labor this afternoon. It was to get the playground finished. I also did some things for Kindergarten: I made a 1-100 counting chart, remade their class roster and birthday chart, and made a list of their circle time routine to help the teachers remember what to do at circle time. It's crazy that they don't know some of the children's birth dates. It's different than in the United States. Most everyone there knows their birth date...but, not here.
While in Kindergarten today, I also put their books upright on the shelf, changing their position of being stacked on top of one another, unable to see what books are in the closet. They're also much easier to access now.
Prayer this morning with the ladies in the clinic was beautiful and very powerful. I want to hear from God the way Juliana hears. I want to be so close to Him that I know for sure when He speaks.
The children here are so precious. I already do not want to leave them. I want to be in every moment, not missing a thing. Leaving in two days will be tough.
9:00 p.m.
Before dinner tonight, we started to give the babies baths. I think we only got two done, but it was a sweet time, though one wanted nothing to do with a bath.
Lines from a song I heard today keep playing in my head:
"Love like you're not scaredWhat does it look like to do these things?
Give when it's not fair
Live life for another
Take time for your brother
Fight for the weak ones
Speak out for freedom
Find faith in the battle
Stand tall but above it all
Fix my eyes on you, on you
I fix my eyes on you, on you"
On a different note, when I sat with Wilson tonight at devos, loving on him, I felt like a momma. And as I walked the porch of the clinic, Emily's eyes caught mine and she lit up and threw herself onto me in a hug. That little girl...I love her so much.
And Wilson...his shirt was ripped on both sides from his armpits down to his waist. I took it to sew it, but a man who was helping to fix the sewing machine, and teaching the older girls how to use it, sewed it up for me. I was so thankful, because it would have taken me awhile to do it. If I could, though, I'd fix all of the children's school uniforms. I'd give them all new socks and underwear. Many of these kids only have one pair of clothes. They have one school uniform. Their socks have holes in them, in the toes and heels. But, they continue to wear them because it's all they have. If one of my socks gets a hole in it, I toss it out, knowing I can go buy more, and that I have several other pairs. This is a luxury they don't have here.
It's difficult because there is so much to be done here, but I am only one person...one person who is leaving in two days....
Lord, bring people to do the work.
Wilson slipped his wrist into my bracelet. I'm so thankful for His presence here. None of us are ever alone. |
My sweet Wilson |
Precious Stella |
A house momma and her biological baby |
A house momma and the baby in her charge |
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Painting the elephant play structure) |
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