Tiffany-Maybe (or perhaps)

The over-arching theme of the last few posts have been how insignificant we are as humans, but God chooses to use us anyways. What a complete blessing an awesome priviledge that is. God…the same God who created the universe in 7 days…wants to use little ol’ me?

There have been countless times that God has taught me things. The most memorable lesson has been how He has spoken, when words failed.

Sunday was just a normal church day. We went, without Kai and Dannielle who were in Kianjanomby, and enjoyed our second to last Sunday worshipping with the believers we have come to love. As the kids sermon started, my little friend Dodona started getting antsy. Usually, he will sit in the kids section for a little while, then wanders towards his mom or grandma to sit with them for the remainder of the service.

For whatever reason, his grandma wasn’t there, and his mom was occupied by his younger brother…so he wandered into the row behind me. Somehow, there was a little child-sized space between Laura and I, so I patted the bench next to me and he crawled through to sit perfectly still right beside me. When I say perfectly still, I mean for a 4 year old boy, he sat legs crossed hands folded, and only looked up and giggled at me maybe 3 times. Anyone with a 4 year old boy knows that THAT is perfectly still.

Anyways, the kids sermon ended, and the preaching began. After about 5 minutes into the preaching, I felt his body go limp. He had leaned over onto my lap and his head had started to roll down my leg. As I caught his head, I realized he had passed out sleeping and there was no waking him up. So, even though it was a million degrees and sweat dripped constantly down my face, I let him be.

I stared at him almost the whole time he slept. As I soaked in this precious moment, I thought of all the times he and I had interacted. How I know little to no Malagasy, but somehow God still used me to touch this little boy. I can’t tell you what it is like to feel completely unworthy, mainly because I can’t find the words, but I can tell you that His “strength is made perfect in my weakness” (2 Cor. 12:9). Anything that was poured out from me was Christ himself.

Paige said it in her post, but I will say it again: who is waiting on the other side of your obedience? Maybe you don’t know the language. Maybe you can’t fly across the world. Perhaps God, just wants you to be obedient in what He has called you to. I can’t speak for everyone, but there are so many blessings waiting on that obedience.

Dodona was waiting on the other side of mine, so what’s stopping you from obeying? Get out of your comfort zone and live the life God created you to live!