in the midst of uncertainty
Joy in the midst of sorrow?
Provision in the midst of need?
How do you describe this little boy's smile? How do you adequately share that you met him on the side of the road when he appeared out of nowhere to pick a crumb of your cookie off the ground; or how good it felt to hand him the rest of the cookie and watch him devour it.
How do you tell people about Hannah and her faith that moves mountains?
How is it possible to share what it’s like to have an orphan pray for you? Do you tell them about Sammi's fervent, five minute long prayer that left you and twelve others in tears? Do you share that he was twelve, barefoot, in tattered clothes with no food, no money for schooling, no possessions, no parents and he was praying for us?
...or about the tears rolling down Ficatu’s face as he talked about the suffering of one of the orphans before she came to live at his orphanage? ...and your surprise to learn that the girl he was telling you about was the one you noticed on your way in that day, because of her incredible smile.
...or the way Telagne's trembling body collapsed into our arms when we shared that we were going to help her by providing mattresses and blankets and help find sponsors for the children in her care...not because of the mattresses, but because God had answered her prayers.
...or the feeling the stirred inside when you learned that the 8 year old girl giggling and hanging upside down from your waist is HIV positive…
…or what it’s like to get clobbered with sticky kisses, hugs, and broken English “I love yous”
…or how it feels to tell an orphan, “I love you” – and mean it.
…or what it’s like to feel God smile, because He’s glad you came.