Our address remains a mystery to the world. We live on the edge of a ghetto just one foot in the door enough so that we straddle two vastly different neighborhoods. No garbage service available thank you very much. No postal service available thank you very much. So we continue to avail the kind services of friends. Audaciously they decided to leave the city for a break. Actually I am thankful with and for them, however no postal till next year.
I wrote a difficult email to a friend to say; "Don't send me anymore packages after September 1st." (Isn't that a great thing to have to write to someone?)
She wrote back (before September first I am sure) saying that she had sent not one but TWO packages one labeled for Zana's birthday and one for Christmas to be opened in December.
So maybe my love language is gifts because I feel super loved by this woman but I also feel super convicted. How thoughtful. How intentional. How supportive. Then I remember how for over TEN years this homeschooling, WORKING mom of four (married to one) has given a night a month to faithfully pray and I am floored. This is the same woman!
That is long term commitment to a dream that will be a reality in the gulleys of this place. That is commitment to a single man who obeyed a call. This is a commitment of obedience, love and power. Her kind of commitment grew to welcome and love and graciously include a new wife (read here: ME) and now a family of two kids. I believe her commitment will not see its total fruit till heaven.
As I spend my little window of quiet time in the morning I am asking the Lord what and who outside of my little sphere do I want to be committed too? What do I want to put into my routine that blesses someone outside of my immediate family and work? Who do I want to count as a priority who we don't see regularly and aren't bound to by familial responsibilities? How and where should I be more intentional in such a way that ten years down the road there is a relationship that feels like family?
I wrote a difficult email to a friend to say; "Don't send me anymore packages after September 1st." (Isn't that a great thing to have to write to someone?)
She wrote back (before September first I am sure) saying that she had sent not one but TWO packages one labeled for Zana's birthday and one for Christmas to be opened in December.
So maybe my love language is gifts because I feel super loved by this woman but I also feel super convicted. How thoughtful. How intentional. How supportive. Then I remember how for over TEN years this homeschooling, WORKING mom of four (married to one) has given a night a month to faithfully pray and I am floored. This is the same woman!
That is long term commitment to a dream that will be a reality in the gulleys of this place. That is commitment to a single man who obeyed a call. This is a commitment of obedience, love and power. Her kind of commitment grew to welcome and love and graciously include a new wife (read here: ME) and now a family of two kids. I believe her commitment will not see its total fruit till heaven.
As I spend my little window of quiet time in the morning I am asking the Lord what and who outside of my little sphere do I want to be committed too? What do I want to put into my routine that blesses someone outside of my immediate family and work? Who do I want to count as a priority who we don't see regularly and aren't bound to by familial responsibilities? How and where should I be more intentional in such a way that ten years down the road there is a relationship that feels like family?
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