Something strange is going on. It's kind of like nesting. You know. When you are "expecting" and you feel the need to have the house in complete order before the baby arrives? (And no, I'm not pregnant.)
I am nesting while we wait to get to the reservation. We feel anxious to be there. We want to know what the staff is doing. We're wishing we could be there to come alongside and help where needed. And how are the children doing? We love them so much yet we hardly know them. The few that we have met are embedded in our thoughts and hearts.
Cooking is my nesting obsession right now. I don't know if that is because I might be doing more cooking when I am on the reservation. Preparing meals before various events? Providing a meal for someone who needs encouragement? Cookies for the after school tutoring program? Feeding a homeless youth?
When I was little my mom told me stories about my grandma who would make scrambled eggs for various homeless people that showed up on her doorstep. My grandpa was the pastor of the town and when a hungry, homeless person found that out, they would come knocking on the "preacher's" door. There was a porch swing she would tell them to sit on while she went inside and prepared some scrambled eggs. I loved hearing that story. I loved knowing that even though my grandparents lived on a meager income, they found a way to provide a warm meal to someone who had a need. I like to imagine she prayed for them while she cracked and stirred the eggs. Perhaps it may have seemed like an "interruption" to her day.
Will I embrace the "interruptions" in my life like my grandmother did? I'm ashamed to admit this, but sometimes the idea of leaving this "white picket fence" life seems like an interruption.
But God is changing my heart. He's opening my eyes to His plan for my life. And it is good. He reminds me that when my eyes are on myself things tend to be interpreted as interruptions. But when my eyes are on Him, He shows me that He has a special job for me to do on an Indian Reservation. And this makes me excited.
So for now, I'll keep cooking and hoping He might give me a porch swing too.
Matthew 25:44-45, "They will answer, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or in prison, and did not help you? He will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me."