In October a special girl invited me into her home. At 15 she was the oldest to 5 younger brothers. Her mom had gone into labor two months early and they needed a ride to the hospital. Simple enough. What began as a small act of piling kids into my car, jamming to Taylor Swift, and trying to explain to every nurse at the hospital that "no these weren't my kids." and "no their mother doesn't speak english." turned into a relationship that motivates my weeks, humbles me daily, and gives little pieces of heaven to so many.
Just a few photos taken on October 25th. The day baby Nurtu was born and brought us all together.
Later this same evening Abdi (The oldest brother in the blue shirt) asked if I would come play soccer on Saturday. Due to my secret desire to go back to being 10 years old…my heart jumped! Soccer on Saturday sounded like the best idea. I had been praying for a way to become a part of this families life and in the small words there God laid my invitation before me.
That following Saturday I showed up with a small box of chalk, a somewhat flat kick ball, and a jump rope. I knocked on the door to Abdi's house and as it opened I watched about 20 kids between the ages of 6 months to 15 come pouring out of this small house. As my legs became inner twined with little arms hugging, and holding on tight, my ears began to be filled with a sound I had been missing.
Joy as a sound may be a strange way to say it but as I sit here watching the rain slowly roll down this window pain, I can't find any other words to describe this particular kind of sound…its just sounded like…well joy.
After a long day of playing… I realized quickly in no way could I do this every Saturday by myself.
I had been in Nashville for a short month and was still in the process of meeting people and making new friends. I began to pray intentionally for God to provide.
In January God placed in my life two beautiful new friends.
The first being my new roommate and co worker and now dear friend Corisa. Her love for people and desire to support and come along side another is by far one of the most inspiring gifts.
The next was a new friend who will be working for CSM in Denver, his name is Jordan. His passion for speaking with his entire being of the love of Jesus is something that brings life to our time at Edgehill as well as our friendship.
 |
| Jordan on the left Cor on the Right! SO thankful for these gems! |
Saturdays have become the highlight of our week. Our short park day has gone from one family to around 15. We are meeting parents and building other relationships with the wonderful folks in this community. Our play time has gone from just soccer and kickball, to... jump rope, wheelbarrow races, football, ring around the rosy, swings, chalk, fighting over bikes, puppies, dancing, popsicles, hugs, kittys, Easter egg hunts, piggy back rides, screaming into the drain pipe, spinning in circles and running until we literally can't run anymore!
But I think if you had to ask any "big kid" their favorite part it would be sitting in a small circle at the end of our time and hearing what each child is thankful for.
My favorite answer to this day is a tie between "cupcakes" or Abdi…"You guys are what I am thankful for your my best friends."
I think that when Jesus said "let the little children come to me" it was because he knew two things.
1. That little kids are the most fun!
2. That the sound of joy…pure and unhindered, sticks to your soul like honey…is found in those small voices that fill my heart each week.
Lord,
Teach us to keep loving. Teach us to keeping playing. Teach us to keep laughing. Thank you for joy.
