There are days at Ratang when things seem perfect. The weather is wonderful, the children’s creative juices are flowing during craft time, I get to hug on and take fun pictures with kids for hours, and the Bible story is clearly understood and recited back to us.
Yesterday was not one of those days. The iPod was giving us trouble when we were trying to share the Bible story in Zulu, causing impatience among the children. None of them were listening to or participating in the story, and the older boys were fighting and wrestling with one another. The boys eventually turned on us, turning their crafts into weapons and hitting anyone and everyone in sight. It was pure chaos.
After such an exhausting afternoon, the Lord woke me up in the middle of the night last night, and I spent some time in prayer with Him. He gently showed me that I have been approaching this ministry in my own strength and knowledge. I’ve been depending on a “formula” – tell the story, do a craft and play with the kids – and that I have not been depending on Him. Yesterday was a strong reminder that I cannot do this without first seeking Him.
Days like yesterday remind me that ministry is hard. That sometimes I have to choose to love these kids when they are driving me crazy. That those kids need to see the love of Christ in me, no matter what they do. And that I need to give these frustrations over to Him, because He can break through any language barrier or strong will better than I ever could.
Will you join me in praying for the kids at Ratang Bana?
- That the older kids would step up and set an example for the younger ones.
- That the love of Christ would radiate through every hug, smile and encouraging word we give.
- That the Word would go out clearly every single week.
- And that our last six weeks here with these children will be a sweet time.