My first reaction: Thanks be to God! I sang His praise for this gift of time and started to mentally think of how I could convince my supervisor that I could now go home earlier than usual. I was sure that God was telling me to take a much deserved break and that my work for the day was done.Like a (loving) slap from God saying, “Pay Attention!” Leave it to my 8 year old, Nigerian boy, Ndulu, to teach me about the real meaning and truth of discipleship and time.
As I was walking down the hall back to our intervention room, Ndulu (who I wasn’t scheduled to teach today), was outside of his classroom reading quietly to himself. Glancing up and seeing his tutor, he immediately sprang up and ran towards me, asking if he could come to Springboard today. Hesitation took place in my mind as I thought of this precious extra time being taken away from me, but looking back down to his smiling face left me wondering how I could ever even think to deny this bright, optimistic boy the opportunity to learn.
With the approval of this teacher, we headed off for his extra lesson; working on the sound ‘igh’ and reading a book about magic tricks. I had nothing elaborate planned, but all we needed was some paper, a pencil, and the real meaning of the gift of time.
So now as I tiredly enjoy a bowl of warm chicken soup that was awaiting my arrival home from my new host mom, I pray.Heavenly Father, Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn. Keep me rooted in your love. Rest my soul not through extra time, but through real time; through service and opportunity and a child’s innocence and compassion. Give me the strength to continue your work and little by little plant your seeds of faith and love into this world.