DAY 3 – LETTERS TO THE MISSIONARY
It is almost 7:00 pm in Addis Ababa – so her first complete day of ministry is drawing to a close. I am sure she is exhausted – yet so excited. I could not stop looking at the picture she sent last night of one of the children from the orphanage who came to greet her at the airport. I know they are so glad to see the team that arrived and I know this little face will probably be etched on her heart forever.
LETTERS TO THE MISSIONARY
(The Loaves and Fishes)
“And Jesus said, ‘How many loaves do you have?’ And they said ‘Seven and a few small fish.” So He took the seven loaves and the fish, and giving thanks, He broke them…and they all ate, and more than 4,000 were satisfied with seven large baskets leftover.” (Matt. 15:34-38)
My Dearest Jennah, (Notice the headings are getting mushier by the day because I MISS YOU!!!)
Your suitcase blessed me the other night – I know, crazy, right?
Jett even pointed it out – “Ooooh Honey, Let’s look at all the toys Mommy has in here!” He was referring to bags full of small toys and medical supplies that you’re taking for the children at The James Initiative orphanages.
I guess, really, it wasn’t the suitcase, itself, but what was NOT inside of it.
What was NOT inside it was anything that most of us would consider necessities – jewelry, cute accessories, cute shoes for each outfit…
But not this suitcase – it had the bare minimum for your comfort, and every other inch of space covered with toys and medical supplies. And I was blessed, and proud, because your heart shows through even in a suitcase. – Hardly anything for you, but as many orphan supplies as you could squeeze in.
Remember as a teenager, one Spring Break, you came home from helping children who lived at the garbage dump in Mexico? One little boy stood out in your mind. He brought about a stirring in your heart that lasted all year. So before the next trip, we bought huge bags of beans, and rice, and packets of seeds, and anything else you could stuff into that box. You begged one of the counselors until she finally took you to find him again so you could give his family everything you brought. And your heart was full when you came home.
I know you are so excited to able to serve these little ones – either in the clinics or during Bible stories. To able to hold frightened little hands and, through an interpreter, soothe them, comfort them, make them smile, hear their individual stories. You will be so good at that.
And, because I know your heart – and how broken it would be if even one child had to go without care, or a toy – today I pray for multiplication. I pray that the loaves and fishes you all carried over in your suitcases would somehow, miraculously, be exactly the amount you need.
I pray that as you see the brokenness around you, the Lord will be close to you and give you the right words and actions to most convey His love to children who are unfamiliar with a parent’s voice.
I pray that as you laugh and comfort them, they will be able to grasp for themselves a small measure of hope – and that what they see when they look at your face is truly the Hope of the nations – Living Hope.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13
“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” Mother Teresa.
You will be casting many ripples this week, Dear One, as you attempt to change the lives of orphans in Ethiopia.
We pray this blessing over you:
“Barukh atah Adonai Elohim… ” “Blessed are You, LORD, our God…” Our Living Hope.
By Your great mercy You have upheld us with Your hand and directed our paths. May You make Yourself known, in ways that only You know, to children who do not speak our language, and who do not have a parent to cuddle them.
“Calm anxious little hearts during medical and dental procedures, give Jennah and the rest of the teams the wisdom to know what is best for each little lamb, and speak Your Presence into their hearts.
“Lord, we ask that Your hands would scoop up all of the supplies taken, and multiply them like the loaves and fishes. If any supplies begin to run out, we pray that each time the doctors reach for more – more are there. Multiply, Lord, multiply the supplies, and the toys, and healing…and Your love – multiply the love.
And from a mother’s heart, Oh Lord of Hope, I beg You, bring her home— just bring her home.
With Much Love and Blessing, For His Greater Good,
From Your Mother Who Is Smiling Today Thinking About All of the Children Who Will Fall In Love With You