Only two more weeks...GRABE!

I am at such a loss for words. How can it be over?! I was suppose to be here for seven months. In theory, that seems like a long time. O but wait…it’s over…

VERY VERY VERY SAD!

How do I soak it all up? How do I enjoy every moment? How do I make every minute count? I am so busy. I have been glued to a computer for three days, surrounded by hoards of white American volunteers…its like I’m already gone!!!

Then a little, dirty, 3-year-old street kid climbs up into my lap. I’m still working on the computer slightly ignoring but not discouraging the new attachment. He falls asleep on my left arm leaving me somewhat disabled, and I’m in a HURRY! I’m trying to transfer files from my computer to another so I can leave and go visit another one of my teams. I needed to leave two days prior; needless to say I’m LATE. I sigh and drop my eyes to the beautiful Angel in my arms and I softly sing to him in his heart language of Tagalog, stroke his hair and watch him sleep so hard and so peaceful knowing he is safe in my arms.

With computer projects looming over my head, stress of life back home beginning to be a reality, trying to get to from one team to another in spite of illness and typhoons…I have completely gone into work/supervisor/robot mode. I have to get work done. I have to accomplish one task after the other.

Iman, my lap tenant, taught me a very important lesson that day. Stop. Be still. God is at work around me and if I don’t take a breath and look up (or down) for at least a second, I will miss out on the little moments and the kind ways in which my Heavenly Father likes to remind me, He is with me and He loves me.

Si Hesus mahigugmahon ang mga bata…Jesus loves the children…

Photo Credit: Malloree Karmine Cocchia