It's funny in my life, living with so much dependancy on others, how I can forget to be humble about what I have recieved. The food, the bed, the time, everything I need. I can just come to expect it because it is always there. In my life, sometimes I have felt like a ghost. A non entity.
To anyone I am trying to reach on the phone, I am just a distraction from what they have been doing. Unless I reach a secretary, and it's their job to answer the phone and pass me onto the right person. I have to try to convince people in a few rushed minutes that I am worth talking to. My information is something they could really benefit from.
I am contacting people because I need a place to perform my theater because I break my mind (rather than my back) learning French lines, trying to be faithful to this job and darn it, I want to do ministry. I am contacting them because I believe in what I do. That makes up such a huge part of our lives. I would rather be performing of course!
When we work with schools and churches, we ask them to house us, as a part of our financial arrangement.
When we don't have performances, we have to ask people that may or may not remember us if they would be willing to welcome us into their homes. I can't begin to know how many different beds I've slept in. How many different families I've experienced.
Two days ago, I fell out of our van. My foot slipped out of my shoe, my knee buckled, I have no idea. I laid on the ground laughing and crying. My unit stood by nervously until my husband managed to help me get up. When our host, who was housing us very short notice cleaned my wound, I was trying not to cry. Feeling so overwhelmed by the generosity, the gentleness, the concern. It was like she was treating me like Jesus. I was truly one of the "least of them." A person with no place to go. No place to call home. No Mom available to clean my painful foot. Nothing to offer. To be given such love can be nothing less than humbling. I know I can't deserve what I've been given. I can only be faithful to do the consistent contact work to try to get the opportunities to do what I love. Sometimes I can even make secretaries and Pastors and teachers laugh, and that is great. Even when I feel like I'm not there, and no one else cares that I am there, I still have joy knowing that He knows, and He has a good plan. There are alot of friends and partners for ministry to be made!
We will be going into the South of France soon. We still don't have many programs. Please pray for open doors and housing and stamina for us!
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