What Happens When I Read too Much old English

          “So glad they know where I am, because I have no idea where I am, or where they are…!” I thought to myself after the third time in a row a car nearly hit me.

            It was pouring. The bottom of the bucket hadn’t come out yet, as the expression goes, but golly gee!! You’d think cars would drive slower in the rain; they just seemed to be driving faster.

            I’d been too stubborn leaving the house to grab an umbrella. As I’d walked to school, and my pants slowly got wetter and wetter, I felt sillier and sillier. I was going to have to spend the rest of the day in these pants, while everyone else will be dry and warm. If only I’d grabbed an umbrella! But alas! What good would an umbrella have done in keeping my pants dry? Indeed, it would have done nothing to keep the cuffs dry!

           I’d made it as far as the “driveway” of the school, desperately trying to keep my paper bag that held my lunch, from falling to smithereens. My arrogance was glad that there was no one readily visible to see me scrambling for my mekan and water when the bottom did come out of both my lunch bag and the storm. Once I finally did make it to the school, fit right in with everyone else and their wet pants!

Each morning before school starts we, the teachers, have a prayer time, which entails reading a Psalm and praying. This particular morning we were in Psalm 69. I had the great pleasure of reading the first 5 verses. But I shall only share the first 2 with you.

Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and the flood sweeps over me.

-Psalm 69:1-2

As I read this I struggled to keep a straight face, so I gave up on trying! God’s humor is too perfect. This makes sense; since He is God, and He is so good!

Pin Prick of Humility

I have been given the gift of cleaning. Which I tend to dummy down and not really…. I suppose it’s a pride thing.

“So what do you do?”

“Me? Oh, I scrub toilets.”

However, God revealed to me, yet again, how that gift is just as important to Him as being able to sing, or play an instrument or a sport well, etc. 

I was talking to a missionary about a year ago in Mexico. When she found out I was applying for an internship with MTW, she asked what gifts I’d be bringing with me to the field. I told I wasn’t sure. (She had one of those scary personalities that I felt like I had to be REALLY good at something….) Anyways, later, I told my mom about it. She told me to tell MTW, or whomever, that I’d be bringing a desire to work hard and a do anything spirit, which I had, have.

I guess it came out in either the application or in the interview that I have this ability. So anyways, I was talking to Bob the other day (I’m living with Bob and his wife Sharon) and he asked what I’d be doing that day. I told him I’d be helping Sharon with some cleaning around the house. (I was really excited about this, but I didn’t tell him that). He then proceeded to tell me that when he told Sally (another team member) that I have the spiritual gift of cleaning (I had no idea it was a spiritual gift!) she told him to get me here quickly!! I was pricked with the humble pin. Who am I to think I’m not good enough for God to use?? He gave me the gifts, didn’t He…??!!

So I got to have the best day off from teaching; not only getting to clean, but also organize!! My life was complete… for a couple hours anyhow. :P