God's Timing is Perfect
By Emmychka
Lori on Thursday invited me to meet her and hang out where she was staying. I jumped at this opportunity and headed out to the bus stop. Well come to find out on the way there, the people she is staying with just weren't home, so she suggested we go to McDonald's instead. So there we were at McDonald's discussing this and that, laughing at nothing in particular when a boy, appeared at our table as if out of thin air.
Now this boy was caked, I mean caked, in dirt. He was so sheepish and wouldn't look Lori or I in the eye as he softly mumbled out his desire for some money so he could buy food. He gave the impression that he knew he was less of a person than Lori and I was. I asked him what he wanted. He looked at me like I had three heads, so I repeated my question.
He just sheepishly smiled and replied, "Just a cola would be fine."
After I made sure he was sitting down and wouldn't go anywhere, I bought him dinner. Lori and I talked to him, trying to find out about him and subtly probing how such an innocent boy ended up on the streets. He wouldn't disclose much except that his name was Vlad, he was in his fifth year of college (not really, he didn't look older than 9) and lived with his friend Dima, not in Kyiv, he said, but on the street.
The cutest part of the whole ordeal was when I asked Vlad if Dima had eaten and Vlad immediately took a napkin and covered his ice cream sundae and said he would take that to Dima. I said it wasn't necessary and bought dinner for Vlad to carry to Dima. I told Vlad that this was all just a gift from God. Vlad's response was, "I know" and he smiled so big.
He honored us and showed us where he lived, didn't take us into the abandoned building, but showed us where it is. I want to go back before I head off to the states and bring him some bread, meat and cheese. It's so sad that someone so innocent and young is living on the streets, fending for himself and without parents to take care of him. I don't know his story, but I know that our Creator loves him.
Please pray for Vlad and Dima. I mean, I know that doesn't fix their situation, but pray that they would be open to me ministering to them. Pray that I will have the grace to love on them how they need and would be able to touch their lives as God would want, not how I think I should.
If the people Lori has been staying with had been home, we never would've met and been able to minister to this young child. That's just nothing short of God's miraculous and perfect timing. For Lori and I at first we were a bit frustrated and feeling inconvenienced, but at the end of the night we both just knew that this was the better way. God always does know best.
By Emmychka
Lori on Thursday invited me to meet her and hang out where she was staying. I jumped at this opportunity and headed out to the bus stop. Well come to find out on the way there, the people she is staying with just weren't home, so she suggested we go to McDonald's instead. So there we were at McDonald's discussing this and that, laughing at nothing in particular when a boy, appeared at our table as if out of thin air.
Now this boy was caked, I mean caked, in dirt. He was so sheepish and wouldn't look Lori or I in the eye as he softly mumbled out his desire for some money so he could buy food. He gave the impression that he knew he was less of a person than Lori and I was. I asked him what he wanted. He looked at me like I had three heads, so I repeated my question.
He just sheepishly smiled and replied, "Just a cola would be fine."
After I made sure he was sitting down and wouldn't go anywhere, I bought him dinner. Lori and I talked to him, trying to find out about him and subtly probing how such an innocent boy ended up on the streets. He wouldn't disclose much except that his name was Vlad, he was in his fifth year of college (not really, he didn't look older than 9) and lived with his friend Dima, not in Kyiv, he said, but on the street.
The cutest part of the whole ordeal was when I asked Vlad if Dima had eaten and Vlad immediately took a napkin and covered his ice cream sundae and said he would take that to Dima. I said it wasn't necessary and bought dinner for Vlad to carry to Dima. I told Vlad that this was all just a gift from God. Vlad's response was, "I know" and he smiled so big.
He honored us and showed us where he lived, didn't take us into the abandoned building, but showed us where it is. I want to go back before I head off to the states and bring him some bread, meat and cheese. It's so sad that someone so innocent and young is living on the streets, fending for himself and without parents to take care of him. I don't know his story, but I know that our Creator loves him.
Please pray for Vlad and Dima. I mean, I know that doesn't fix their situation, but pray that they would be open to me ministering to them. Pray that I will have the grace to love on them how they need and would be able to touch their lives as God would want, not how I think I should.
If the people Lori has been staying with had been home, we never would've met and been able to minister to this young child. That's just nothing short of God's miraculous and perfect timing. For Lori and I at first we were a bit frustrated and feeling inconvenienced, but at the end of the night we both just knew that this was the better way. God always does know best.
Check out other awesome posts by Emily here.
Комментариев нет:
Отправить комментарий