Seeds to Share

I was on the hunt, searching for the perfect raw ingredients to put in my granola mixture.

However, when walking down the sidewalks of my city’s narrow streets, sometimes I can’t help but feel as though I am a mouse, trying to navigate my way between the tall walls of buildings creating walls around me. The visible sliver of daylight forcing itself between the gaps mocks me, telling me my feat is impossible– that I’m a mouse at war with the world. I mean, even Pinky and Brain eventually admitted defeat.

But I stick out my nose in pursuit and dart around obstacles, the majority of them being other bodies coming at me from all sides.

I’m too focused on the finish line to care… if I was a seed where would I be? I dodge into one shop. Nope. Dead end. I backtrack and re-route. Another dead end.

The next shop I enter fills my hands with seeds. Great. Except they’re not the kind I wanted.

Discouraged and with seeds slipping between my cracked fingers, i head back into the maze, munching on my near luck.

My next attacker comes at me, but instead of going around her, I stop. It’s a small girl asking for food and do I have anything to give? I smile. Buyurun (here you go), pouring out some seeds into her tiny cupped hands.

I head forward, slowed by the event, head on a swivel. What to do with the seeds that I’ve been given?

There, sitting on the curb is a gypsie teenager. I sit down beside her. She looked up, surprised and caught off-guard as I spoke, asking if she would like to share my seeds, for I simply had too many! Tentatively, she opened her hands to receive, watching as seeds trickled from my hands into her dirt-covered ones.

Continuing through the maze, I made my way to the finish line and found my so-desired seeds. However, what I delighted in at the end was not my winning prize, but the fact of being able to give what I had.

I had been entirely bummed when the shopkeeper had filled my hands with the wrong seeds. No! I don’t want these! But later, I realized their purpose; they weren’t for me but for the two girls I shared them with.

It was a good reminder to not let my surroundings change my attitude.

To not be so set on one plan that I miss out on the plan and the route God wants to put me on.

Even when it seems like a dead end, and especially when people begin to appear as obstacles instead of stopping points.

To look at where I am and what I have with gratitude and expectance.

To receive gifts, then to seek give them away.

To see that there are always seeds to share.

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In-Tune

Our summer English workshop is well on its way… those who have come so far show great enthusiasm and commitment, really desiring to learn English. For that reason, they’re learning quickly and I’ve seen many already benefiting a lot from the lessons.

I’m so proud of our students.

My role has been to more or less provide entertainment for kids who aren’t taking part of the big group lesson. The first week I had my hands full with crying babies, who were probably more distraught than calmed as I attempted to soothe them in a foreign language.

Lately, however, the only child in my care has been a precious girl named Saliha.

Saliha has a charming spirit, and whenever she enters the room she immediately gives a hug to anyone and everyone. She definitely has her favorites, but that doesn’t stop her from making sure everyone receives her love. 

Saliha’s favorite thing to do is to sing.

Or clap.
Or dance.
Or all three!

It doesn’t matter: music and rhythm capture her soul.

Maybe that’s why we connect so well– we both have gifts of love that are given and received through music and touch.

Anyways, the other day we were playing in the back of the room with some blocks when suddenly, she put her finger up to her lips and shushed me, then motioned with her hands for me to pray.

Confused, I looked over my shoulder and saw that my friend was leading a prayer. 

Saliha doesn’t understand English. 

Saliha doesn’t really even speak. The girl I’ve been describing has a physical disability affecting her mental and motor skills.

Her spirit, however, is obviously in-tune.

Saliha’s entire back was turned– I mean, there was no way that Saliha could’ve known to stop and pray…

if not moved in accordance by the Holy Spirit.

Seriously, every single time I am gifted with a day spent loving and being loved by Saliha, aside from my “touch cup” being filled,  I am additionally reminded of God’s utmost care for His children.

How He loves us and delights over us with singing…

He sings over His creation, who were designed to respond with a song back to Him.

So many times in the Bible does God instruct His people to praise Him with a song- regardless of whatever state we’re in and with whatever skill we have.

Saliha does exactly that.
  
I like to imagine that when Saliha hums, the Holy Spirit inside of her is interceding, making her one of earth’s most exalted worship leaders in the sight of the Lord.

Her life is an example for so many people, and I myself am learning a lot from her. Especially about connecting intimately with God.

He has a specific song for each of us.

Am I listening? Am I in-tune, like Saliha, to know when the spirit is moving even when my back is turned?

“The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.” 
-Zephaniah 3:17