Today I watch little 5-year-old Ruth run around the house with an old cheerleading skirt and a shirt that doesn't match. She throws around a deflated ball and giggles as she runs around the house jabbering some Spanish that I don't understand.
In spite of this opportunity to rest and be thankful-- I am overwhelmed.
This is something I have struggled with in most seasons of my life. Usually I'm overwhelmed with classes, work and all the exciting responsibilities that come with being an adult.
Here in Honduras I am overwhelmed because there is so much I don't understand.
But today, the feeling of being overwhelmed hit me in my moment to rest.
As I sat and watched little Ruth chase her ball-- I let my worries and fears overtake my thoughts, and I ended up missing what was right in front of me.
Our all-sufficient El Shaddai invites us to rest in his perfect provision. There is no need for me to be overwhelmed, but rather to find the childlike laughter and trust of little Ruth.
I still don't understand the poverty and pain that seems to uncover itself more and more each day I am here. I don't understand how there is joy and generosity in spite of such desolation. I don't understand why bad things happen to certain people and not to others--and I don't understand why these eight precious girls I live with are orphans.
But I think that's ok.
I'm learning to seek trust instead of answers and to slow down just enough to trust for the moment. None of us know what the next year, the next month, the next day or even the next hour will hold.
Will you join with me as I slowly learn from little Ruth to find trust and thankfulness in the moment?