Fighting the battles
cheering each other on
holding up the weary arms
We live as though it's the pastors and missionaries and teachers that are reaching out to touch lives. The ones making a difference. The ones responsible to carry all the burdens.
We, the humble moms, the housewives, the office girls; the quiet ones that do the same simple jobs everyday. We live as though there is no part for us in showing this broken, hurting world a Greater Hope. That somehow our offerings are to small to matter.
This week, I have six Chinese families visiting our small Iowa community. They are scattered to host families across the counties, but each day I spend time with them in hopes that they see Jesus. It's only through little things like English classes and visits to museums. We are eating all the best midwest foods and laughing over silly moments. But I am constantly praying they see more.
It's already been a long first week. But tonight one of my sweet friends made me dinner. The box was topped with a purple rose and a note to remind me to hang in there. Suddenly my tiredness melted away. The loneliness of running this program without a whole team of people seemed insignificant. Like we were partners running a race. All of us together longing and hoping for more people to truly know Jesus. I felt so incredibly encouraged.
Our communities need more people like her. So let's go find our own person in a corner that needs someone to stand with them. It will bless them more than you know.