I see him across the room, as he tries
to conceal a smile. Creeping over, I peak around walls and furniture
with my tickling fingers ready to pounce. The closer I get, the
bigger his smile grows. He tries to sneak away, but I reach out and
grab him and tickle him until we are both on the ground, laughing so
hard we have tears running down our face. This, of course, starts a
full on tickle war between me and three little boys, two that speak
no English.
I cherish these moments. I cannot
express the joy that fills my heart, as I am able to be apart of
bringing the hope of Christ to children, especially with the language
barriers that exist. Being able to pour into a child without speaking
sounds terrifying and impossible. However, I always let my mouth get
in the way. I say the wrong thing, or let angry words slip my lips.
Mix in a language barrier, and my words no longer pose such a threat.
I am able to use the international languages, such as laughter.
Tender actions and loving touches speak the love of Christ in more
powerful ways than I will ever be able to understand. As the language
barriers slowly are chiseled away, then knowledge of Christ can
partner alongside the actions.
I stand awe struck before God. There
are so many more qualified people in this world, people with better
education and more experience, people who know the language and fully
grasps the culture. Yet He chose me; a twenty-two year old girl from
Idaho. He allows me to spin little ones until we collapse! He brought
me to pour into kids who are thirsty for knowledge of Scripture. I
will never be able to wrap my head around that, but I am forever
grateful.
I will continue to tickle and love.
That is my calling. So simple, and I am the one blessed.
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