As we were flying home they kept handing me food. Here’s a three course meal and a snack and another snack and a different dessert. I laughed about it with the attendant, but was hurting for the children who I know will go without. I couldn’t help but think of them as I stashed the extra food.
We are spending the next couple of days focused on processing and making meaning out of the experiences we have had. As I have already started to do that, one question keeps coming to mind: How do we fix this? It can’t stay this way, God’s people deserve more than this. They deserve education. Every child should be able to read. We can’t expect them to know God for themselves without being able to know His word. They must read.
Often my focus is drawn by the priorities of the culture that I live in instead of the voice of God. That other voice says that there will never be enough for me so I can’t share. It tells me that I must worry about maintaining my progress, autonomy and authority. God’s voice encourages me to embrace my security as His daughter, choose humility and give myself wholly to His purposes as defined by His word. It’s my resolve to do just that.
Money is not what controls or even influences my “yes.” I am animated by God’s spirit.
Selfish ambition has no place in my life. I will give all that I am to my team for the purpose of accomplishing Kingdom missions.
There should be no child without the opportunity to have a quality education. I will work to find my place in making that Kingdom goal a reality.
Every child should have food and protection. I will play role in building up the family and community systems that will make this possible.
The hardest part is to accept that this process will not be complete in my lifetime, but is a generational effort to raise children who can carry on this mission in their own country. It is slow work. It requires a lot of people, a whole community. I believe that people are worth all of it. Dion and Isis are worth everything we can give them, for the sake of their children.

