I recently served with a team of 5 other ladies in Paraguay. One way that we helped in the medical clinic was by assessing each patients' eye site and assisting them in receiving reading glasses with the proper prescription. Each day we would rotate, we would work one-on-one with the Paraguayans while our other teammates where helping the doctor inside the clinic. While we attempted to speak to the patients in Guarani, our language skills were so limited that we found ourselves relying heavily on Spanish instead. Some of our Spanish was better than others, in fact, my Spanish skills were among the weaker of our team which left hand motions as my main means of communication.
I remember one particular day more than the others, it was one of those days were I felt sprinkled with patience rather than filled with it. The language barrier was really getting to me that day. Patient after patient, I found myself passing +1.0 reading glasses to the Paraguayans. They're not strong enough, as expected, but I have to start somewhere. +2.0, much better, my patient is impressed; I convince them to try a +2.25 and they are amazed. They have never been able to read with such clarity and cannot imagine a more precise image. I beg them to try a +2.50 but they refuse. I fail to be able to communicate that the +2.50 could be even better than the +2.25. They were stubborn yet happy, and my patience was slowly being depleted.
At this moment, God's voice was very clear in my life. Child, how often do I have a +2.75 planned for you but you are to comfortable and content with your +2.25 life to trust me. God used beautiful Paraguayans to teach me of a common weakness in my life. Be humble, be teachable, I could feel him whispering into my heart. I care for you more than you know, and I want what is best for you.
God is faithful, you can trust him.
I remember one particular day more than the others, it was one of those days were I felt sprinkled with patience rather than filled with it. The language barrier was really getting to me that day. Patient after patient, I found myself passing +1.0 reading glasses to the Paraguayans. They're not strong enough, as expected, but I have to start somewhere. +2.0, much better, my patient is impressed; I convince them to try a +2.25 and they are amazed. They have never been able to read with such clarity and cannot imagine a more precise image. I beg them to try a +2.50 but they refuse. I fail to be able to communicate that the +2.50 could be even better than the +2.25. They were stubborn yet happy, and my patience was slowly being depleted.
At this moment, God's voice was very clear in my life. Child, how often do I have a +2.75 planned for you but you are to comfortable and content with your +2.25 life to trust me. God used beautiful Paraguayans to teach me of a common weakness in my life. Be humble, be teachable, I could feel him whispering into my heart. I care for you more than you know, and I want what is best for you.
God is faithful, you can trust him.
