Today we looked at the house that we might possibly move into, and I started to cry. Not tears of joy, mind you. But tears of fear, and tears of despair.
But Jotham was so patient, and he diligently tried to see it in the best light. The kids who were making a ruckus right in front of our would-be gate -- these are children we could minister to. He said, you know it could be fun, we could organize a mini-basketball tournament with them.
All I could think about was the trash and the noise. I had visions in my head of the Pinterest-worthy home I would soon be moving into. And it did not include dirty, noisy kids playing a ragtag basketball game in my front yard.
Later on in the evening, we talked to the owner of the nearby unit, and he pretty much reassured us that all is well in that area. That, plus the chalk scrawl on the yero wall that listed the two basketball teams as "AstroBoys" and "Tropang Liit," made me feel a little better.
And to be honest, the Lord was pulling me into the direction of trying to see things with His eyes. The kids weren't just a rambunctious bunch that deserved a good spanking or a hot water washdown. They were little people we could share the love of God to.
So driving home, I told Jotham. "Your God will be my God, and your little people, will be my little people."
That was my promise from the beginning, and this is a real-life application of it.
But Jotham was so patient, and he diligently tried to see it in the best light. The kids who were making a ruckus right in front of our would-be gate -- these are children we could minister to. He said, you know it could be fun, we could organize a mini-basketball tournament with them.
All I could think about was the trash and the noise. I had visions in my head of the Pinterest-worthy home I would soon be moving into. And it did not include dirty, noisy kids playing a ragtag basketball game in my front yard.
Later on in the evening, we talked to the owner of the nearby unit, and he pretty much reassured us that all is well in that area. That, plus the chalk scrawl on the yero wall that listed the two basketball teams as "AstroBoys" and "Tropang Liit," made me feel a little better.
And to be honest, the Lord was pulling me into the direction of trying to see things with His eyes. The kids weren't just a rambunctious bunch that deserved a good spanking or a hot water washdown. They were little people we could share the love of God to.
So driving home, I told Jotham. "Your God will be my God, and your little people, will be my little people."
That was my promise from the beginning, and this is a real-life application of it.
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