It’s hard to see the impact we make sometimes. And to believe teaching English and giving hugs for three and half weeks could be important enough to uproot my life for awhile seems a bit far fetched. Especially when it feels so difficult. And the kids don’t remember what we taught them yesterday so we have to review constantly. And you don’t fit in any where you go. But God said go. He said he called me here. So I have to believe he had his reasons.
I have to believe something is sticking and for some reason me being me is making that possible. God is more than enough and he’s made me to be more than enough too. Just as I am. And maybe me being me is showing them a side to God they’ve never seen. Maybe me pronouncing words the way I do makes the word blue finally make sense. Maybe it’s not about me doing anything spectacular, maybe it’s about God doing something miraculous through the mundane.
