By Anne Dahlhauser, www.openbookgirls.com
When the Bible talks of “the least of these”
I feel like crying
because I only have to look out my window
to see their dark eyes.
I’m ashamed of how many kids I’ve turned away
because they constantly want to come in,
get a drink, talk with me, play with the puppy –
the inconvenience and extra dishes somehow trumps
everything.
But
today I felt His assurance deep in me
heard His words running through my head –
“It’s for now, Anne. It’s for a season.
I want you to do it for now.”
I feel Him opening my heart
Telling me to tear down a few of my usual boundaries
And pour ourselves out
“Do it for now – it’s for a season.”
I’m afraid of being overwhelmed and incapable –
and He knows it.
“It’s OK, Anne. I’m here, I will make it all possible for you.
Trust me.
It won’t be too much for you – it’s not about you.
Trust me.”
I don’t know how far reaching the effects
of our open door,
hot dogs, s’mores, long chats
and band-aids will go-
and I guess it doesn’t really matter.
Our lives are impacting each other –
and I’ve been blessed.
So, tonight I offered supper
to everyone on my deck –
a full stomach at night shouldn’t be
a privilege, should it??
How can I call my kids in to eat,
with their friends
watching through the windows?
Yes, I know all about enabling
and cycles of poverty
bad choices and all the above.
But, I’m letting go for now.
Because He’s asking me to trust Him
not logic.
But, mostly because He’s supernaturally knitting these kids in my heart. Because I care about them, a lot.
Because they’re teaching me things.
Me – one who had no desire to teach elementary school
and declared for years I’d never even have kids.
Me.
It’s something more than I can explain.
I’m not super-woman or anyone amazing
like some of you have said.
I just am.
I want to be used by Him
and I’m done rationalizing the reasons to not trust -
as compelling as they seem.
It’s not about “reaching out” or “hand outs”
or anything like that.
It’s just being-
doing life together
with the people He’s put in our lives here
on Seneca St.
These are the lives He’s given us
for this season
for some reason.
“Do it for now, Anne.”
OK, Lord.
OK.
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