This week has passed uneventfully for us, so Saturday played catch-up on events. The benefit being that now I have something about which to blog. We will try not to make this a habit. Somedays the excitement may not be worth it.
We took our faithful Bruce this morning to get groceries. At a busy intersection, neither David nor I noticed a little Toyota Corolla that had wedged itself in on our left. Can you picture this? We are waiting our turn to go left and there is a short pause in traffic and David goes for it, never seeing the little car. He notices Mr. Toyota as we are turning and decides to go straight after what seems like a close call. We are talking about the experience when suddenly Mr. Toyota appears at our front bumper, cutting us off. Out jumps the driver and we realize it had been a closer call than we first thought. As David gets out to talk to him, I start praying. I have heard horror stories of people going to jail and/or paying big bucks. The driver is very upset thinking it was a hit and run and probably imagining his own front bumper hanging by a thread ( I know bumpers don't hang by threads, but maybe some mechanic can tell me what they would hang from). When they both took a look at the two vehicles and David sincerely apologized, Mr. Toyota quickly calmed down. Bruce's scratch was a couple feet long compared to the smudge on the other bumper. We drove away without being imprisoned or having to pay through the nose, but a little shaken up; at least I was. David took me out for a moccachino supremo at Espresso Americano to help soothe my nerves. :) By the way, Bruce doesn't look too bad. He just has a new gray scratch to add to another bump or bruise.
This afternoon, Glenda was thrown a curve ball which affected my class at the Saturday Kids Club. One of the regular afternoon teachers couldn't make it and didn't let her know until we were almost there. Glenda was quickly thinking about how to rearrange classes when we pulled up to the gate and to God's provision. Juan de Dios' daughter was there and willing to start teaching without any advance preparation. Glenda had told me weeks ago how she was praying for the Lord to provide another teacher since the classes were getting so large. On the day that the need was the greatest, God provided an answer. It wasn't totally smooth sailing since kids like to test the new teacher to see where the boundaries lie, but when did God ever promise smooth sailing? I remember distinctly that Peter walked to Jesus on a stormy sea. Jesus calmed the waves after they were in the boat. (Matthew 14:23-32)
You may think that missionary life is exciting and adventurous, but honestly, we have had our days of boredom where we focus on homeschool lessons, laundry and an errand or two. Life is life no matter where you live. It's the intent of our hearts that motivates our days. Yes, there are definitely more opportunities to give here where the need is so great. But where ever we live, may God help us to act out our faith, put feet to our prayers, and share His love which is the message of the gospel in smooth sailing or on stormy seas.
The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many. Matthew 20:28