July 10, 2014

Wordless Scene. || Mexico, p. 2

Setting: An Orphanage in Mexico.
At Rise: Up to this point, a once abused little girl hasn’t let anyone come near her. She sits at a table by herself as mission workers/caretakers work with children on crafts in the background.

Woman stands by herself, obviously observing little girl.

Little girl glances up, then immediately drops her gaze and holds her blanket tightly.

Woman takes two or three steps toward little girl.

Little girl shrinks to farthest side of her bench.

Woman slips onto the long bench.

Little girl watches her warily as woman moves slightly closer.

Woman picks up a bowl of beads from the craft supplies, and, slowly and carefully, moves it toward little girl.

Little girl stirs her fingers in the beads.
Woman moves slightly closer to help her.

Little girl jumps up from her end of the bench.

Woman takes no notice of little girl but to smile at her, and begins to string the beads onto a piece of yarn.

Little girl inches closer as she observes the beads.

Little girl begins to hand the woman beads, and laughs.

The workers look up as little girl slowly eases onto the bench next to the woman, hands her the blanket she once clutched. She motions for her own piece of yarn.

Woman hands her a piece of yarn. Little girl measures it around woman’s wrist, begins to string beads.


Little girl snuggles closer to woman, and leans her head on woman’s shoulder. 

The woman doesn't what will happen if she moves. So she lets the little girl finish her work, and allows her to tie the bracelet 'round her wrist, and receives one of the biggest hugs in the history of hugs. Her heart breaks when she must leave. 

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experienced this in Mexico.  "why are you doing that?" one little girl who spoke English asked her. "i feel something different," the above responded.  my heart broke multiple times as i had to let her go. 

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July 7, 2014

And Thus, My Heart is Still.






"I longed to walk along an easy road,
And leave behind the dull routine of home,
Thinking in other fields to serve my God;
But Jesus said, "My time has not yet come."

I longed to sow the seed in other soil,
To be unfettered in the work, and free,
To join with the other laborers in their toil;
But Jesus said, " 'Tis not My choice for thee."

I longed to leave the desert and be led
To work where souls were sunk in sin and shame,
That I might win them; but the Master said,
"I have not called thee, publish here My name."

I longed to fight the battles of my King,
Lift high His standards in the thickest strife;
But my great Captain bade me wait and sing
Songs of His conquests in my quiet life.

I longed to leave the uncongenial sphere,
Where all alone I seemed to stand and wait,
To feel I had some human helper near,
But Jesus bade me guard one lonely gate.

I longed to leave the round of daily toil,
Where no one seemed to understand or care;
But Jesus said, "I choose for thee this soil,
That thou might raise for Me some blossoms rare."

And now I have no longing but to do,
At home, or else afar, His blessed will,
To work amid the many or the few;
                                                                           Thus, "choosing not to choose," my heart is still."



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photo credits to my lovely cousin Taylore.

July 3, 2014

Disturb Us, Lord. || Mexico, p.1

disturb us, Lord, when we are too well pleased with ourselves, 
when our dreams have come true because we have dreamed too little, 
when we arrive safely because we sailed too close to the shore. 

disturb us, Lord, when, with the abundance of things we possess, 
we have lost our thirst for the waters of life, having fallen in love with life, 
we have ceased to dream of eternity, and in our efforts to build a new earth, we have allowed our vision of the new heaven 
to dim. 

disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly, 
to venture on wider seas, 
where storms will show Your mastery, 
where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars. 
we ask You to push back the horizon of our hopes,
and to push us into the future in strength, courage, hope, and love. 
this we ask in the Name of our Captain, who is Jesus Christ." 
//francis drake. 




























--and thus my heart stirs within me, and i ask the question, what now, Lord? 


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