I couldn’t begin to share the emotions that rose up within me when I watched our kids’ Christmas play at school.🥹😭
From the open-air assembly area that was transformed to a theatre under the sky, to the handmade Noah’s ark put together with wood and cloth, to the real goats baaying at the side…so much love and effort was poured into this production, of which our girls were delighted to be a part of.
Since over a decade ago, when I felt led to be a longterm missionary, I had prayed that God would send us to a place where our kids would have a school they felt safe and loved in, where they could flourish and grow with a unique perspective. It still boggles my mind, how God would plant a school like this here in this tiny little town away from everything else— how the school founders hosted us last year when our short visit coincided with their last month in Tanzania before their handover. I thought about all the times we were criticized for ruining our kids’ futures, and felt God’s warm hug as I watched the performance.
As I looked through my older child’s workbook yesterday at a chapter where they learnt the days of the week, I chuckled when in a blank space the question asked— “____ is my favorite day of the week because I can ___,” she wrote, “Every day is my favorite day of the week because I can go to school.”😅😅 Her teacher did correct that and she promptly wrote “Monday!”
It’s not Singapore for sure and there are adjustments of expectations we continue to make. There are areas of my heart I continue to need to surrender concerning their futures.
But I’m grateful, that God provided this place for them, for us. I’m grateful He chose to surprise us when He told us to walk out of the boat.
If you sense His pull on your heart to take a leap of faith, know this— God loves to surprise us. 🎁 His gifts are good.
Would you come to Him with open hands?