So far these last two weeks we’ve had inedible food served to 400, no access to running water for our hundreds of daily athletes, and a series of full latrines leading to fighting over something as simple as where to go to the bathroom. Who’s running this school, anyway?! We’ve also had girls soccer tryouts with Ashley leading them through two hours of soccer drills - 25 screaming, laughing girls carrying each other around on their backs was a memory to treasure. And eight female staff eating a Mexican meal in our home, by candlelight, their beautiful faces shining as they laughed and conversed was a moment of pure joy for me. As was their mostly uninhibited conversation about what it means to be a woman, courtesy of our study based around the book Captivating.
David needs time badly, time to get a handle on the “important but not urgent” so the “urgent and important” things come more slowly. He has incredible amounts of finances to comb through and re-order in a way that makes sense to him. He has budgets for new building projects to scrub before those projects can begin. He has classes to observe and classes to teach. He has staff members to reprimand, encourage and disciple in so many many ways. He has a 100 little “shoe string stresses” each day on top of the major crisies that just don’t stop.
Jennifer keeps quoting from the story of the woman who ran out of oil. Elijah told her to gather all the pots she could and that God would fill them, and he did. God filled them until all that she had gathered were full. It can be a reminder that unless we bring a lot of pots we won’t see the fullness of God’s provision. But what it has been reminding me this week is that I have a whole lot of empty pots that I sure didn’t work very hard to gather. They are just there, staring me in the face. Waiting for God to fill. And I guess if we have faith, He will.