Late Friday night the house mother of our orphanage/safe home in Benin, came to me with her bible in hand, and asked if she could talk and process some things with me. With a stack of sponsorship letters I needed to finish writing for the 19 of our 59 kids who did not receive a letter from their sponsors, I realized what stood before me needed to take priority. I stopped what i was doing and committed to be the listener she needed in that moment. Knowing I had a deadline for the letters to be given out in the morning, along with my translator who was coming at 10 am, I had to intentionally switch my mind to this precious lady who has devoted the last 3 and a half years to being a mother to our 59 children.
In her broken English and lots of hand motions, she shared with me some of her struggles for about an hour. We then prayed and handed it all over to God, I shared some thoughts with her that I felt God was asking me to tell her. This brought her to sweet tears, as she felt like these things were exactly what God was trying to speak to her about, yet she just needed confirmation. She then took my two hands in hers, with tears dripping down her eyes, and thanked me for listening and praying and speaking life into her.
I then got back to my letter writing, grateful for that beautiful God moment, having a keen sense of awareness that I almost missed God in that moment through being in my focused work mode.
I am reminded that through the mundane tasks we have to accomplish, there are spiritual moments intertwined in and through it all, as God is so eager in every circumstance to bring a touch of Himself to others, through our lives.
May we never get too busy to miss these beautiful moments in which God intends to bring healing to those in our path.