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There’s something great about our God. HE is good. He shows us the things we need to see to prepare our heart for something greater. He works in us in more ways than we will ever fathom. Today He blessed me with the strength to keep going fresh from an early morning ending with an evening service. From the grueling hot sun beating on us while we worked to complete the task of cementing…shoveling gravel and sand and wheel barreling it from one site to another…together we worked until lunchtime. From here we separated. Some of us stayed to work on the church, while others went to a migrant camp. I was part of the migrant camp team. At this camp, I practice something amazing…God’s gift of silence and love. Arriving at the camp, we were able to watch Pastor Rudy lead the kids in songs to our Lord. One kid was filled with bouncing spirit. Yes, his head bounced around with the music. It was so cute! However, the most amazing experience was when I “met” an elderly. I don’t know her name. In fact, we didn’t verbalize with each other at all. We simply sat there; and at times we would stare at each other and smiled. Weird? Nah--I was holding a baby and noticed a lady just sitting in the shade by herself and no one seemed to notice her. She appeared to be an elderly of about 60 or so and petite (my size lady ). Frequently, I would look her way and felt an urge to talk to her. At times our eyes would meet. Then I had enough courage to talk to her, but no response. Why? Well, I found out later that she spoke a dialect…probably just an older form of Spanish? So she most likely did not understand me at all. I gave the baby up to her mom because she was becoming sleepy. Therefore, it allowed the opportunity to go back to this woman. I am grateful because I sat there with her and I could feel the presence to the Lord just smiling. Thinking about how much my grandma loved massages and how many times she would ask us grandkids to give her one I thought maybe she would want one since she must have labored some today. She didn’t want one. We continued to sit in each other’s presence not a word said to one another. Minutes later another lady came with food for the woman. I noticed she didn’t have a drink and went to get her one from the cooler that was being moved to the van. A moment later she started laughing because she saw kids going to the cooler asking for juice. I had such a good laugh, because it was just a great sight to see because she was laughing so abundantly. This was the one true time we actually communicated. No words spoken, but the love of our God was felt.
There’s something great about our God. HE is good. He shows us the things we need to see to prepare our heart for something greater. He works in us in more ways than we will ever fathom. Today He blessed me with the strength to keep going fresh from an early morning ending with an evening service. From the grueling hot sun beating on us while we worked to complete the task of cementing…shoveling gravel and sand and wheel barreling it from one site to another…together we worked until lunchtime. From here we separated. Some of us stayed to work on the church, while others went to a migrant camp. I was part of the migrant camp team. At this camp, I practice something amazing…God’s gift of silence and love. Arriving at the camp, we were able to watch Pastor Rudy lead the kids in songs to our Lord. One kid was filled with bouncing spirit. Yes, his head bounced around with the music. It was so cute! However, the most amazing experience was when I “met” an elderly. I don’t know her name. In fact, we didn’t verbalize with each other at all. We simply sat there; and at times we would stare at each other and smiled. Weird? Nah--I was holding a baby and noticed a lady just sitting in the shade by herself and no one seemed to notice her. She appeared to be an elderly of about 60 or so and petite (my size lady ). Frequently, I would look her way and felt an urge to talk to her. At times our eyes would meet. Then I had enough courage to talk to her, but no response. Why? Well, I found out later that she spoke a dialect…probably just an older form of Spanish? So she most likely did not understand me at all. I gave the baby up to her mom because she was becoming sleepy. Therefore, it allowed the opportunity to go back to this woman. I am grateful because I sat there with her and I could feel the presence to the Lord just smiling. Thinking about how much my grandma loved massages and how many times she would ask us grandkids to give her one I thought maybe she would want one since she must have labored some today. She didn’t want one. We continued to sit in each other’s presence not a word said to one another. Minutes later another lady came with food for the woman. I noticed she didn’t have a drink and went to get her one from the cooler that was being moved to the van. A moment later she started laughing because she saw kids going to the cooler asking for juice. I had such a good laugh, because it was just a great sight to see because she was laughing so abundantly. This was the one true time we actually communicated. No words spoken, but the love of our God was felt.
