7-27-2005

 

God makes a way to talk to all of his children

 

Steve I want to share this with ya and let you know sometimes not saying a word still lets people see God’s Love. It was just a little after 9am this morning and it is raining here so badly. However, they need the rain and it was very refreshing from the heat. The rain made the camp a mud puddle and I became a child again. I was sitting on the steps of the back door of the clinic. I was just sitting there taking in all that God had set before me. People running to get out of the rain, mother covering their babies to keep them dry and me sitting in the rain just drinking it. This little boy about 3 maybe looked at me and wrinkled his nose at me and looked down at my feet in the mud. I looked at him and smiled and I took my saddle off and squashed my toes in the mud. He looked at me again and made a face that was to say YUCK! I giggled and he sat down beside me. I said, “My name is Mary” He looked puzzles and I knew he did not speak English. I was about to say my name again maybe in his languish but I said NO why spoil it, He knows what I mean and I know what he is saying. I took my other sandal off and wiggled my toes deep into the mud and he laughed so loud. I watched his eyes and face seeing all the expression. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and slipped off his shoes and stuck his feet into the mud next to mine. We both looked around making sure no one was watching us and that is when we both at the same moment splashed our feet on the muddy surface. The mud went all over us and he looked at me and I him and we both had mud on our clothing and on your face. I think I should say I knew better for doing it but it was too much fun. I stood up and jumped in the muddy water and he jumped to his feet. There was mud everywhere and we did not care. We were just having a good ole time. Then reality hit I saw a man standing there looking at us and I could tell it was one of the boys family members and the man smiled and shook his head at us. I said Oppsss loud and the young boy looked up at the man and said Papa. The man smiled and took the young boys hand and picked him up out of the mud. The young boy wrapped his arms around his dad’s neck and said something to him as a whisper. I could not make it all out but it was something as if she likes mud. Lol Oh yes I do Lord I said. I love MUD. The man had the child wave bye bye and he said bye. There I was standing in a mud and the rain was falling so hard. One of my coworkers came to the door and said leave it to you Mary to be playing in the mud. I tried to explain I was playing with a child in that mud and he keep saying sure sure you were, come on we have work to do. I went in, cleaned up, and went into the clinic and there was a long line of people waiting to find out if they had AIDs or not. This part of the job is like being on a roller coaster and no matter what people say it is not something you can get over quickly. Telling people that their husband wife child has a disease that has not cure as of yet. Name after name and face after face tends to blend into the next person. It was nearing lunchtime and I was on my laptop adding new names, and that is when I saw it. I was looking down and saw a small pair of shoes and very muddy legs. I took a very deep breath and whispered God Please no!! I raised my eyes and there was my muddy playing buddy and his dad and baby sister. My heart filled with this pain like no other. I wanted to scream NO MORE but I smiled at him as his daddy handed me the paperwork with the ID numbers on it. I closed my eyes and asked God please not this child. I saw that his mother had died of aids and so did his older brother. I shook as I put in the ID numbers and he looked at me typing into the laptop. I knew God had this child and no matter what I claimed his healing for him. I looked at the screen through tears and saw the words Neg HIV and AID. I yelled out Yes Lord and Praise Jesus. Everyone looked at me and the little boy giggled at me. I told the man NO ONE SICK and he smiled. That is when I broke looses I put my laptop on the floor and scooped up the small boy and went running to the back door. I was a child again. I did not even take off my lab coat or sandals. I jumped into that mud with that baby in my arms as the rain came pouring down and danced with my daddy God. The little boy giggled and I place him in the muddy water and we danced together with not one word spoken between us. Mud was everywhere all over our face arms and legs and clothing. WHO cared we were giving thanks for all that God gives to us and that includes MUD. The young boy pointed to the back door and some of the team members were standing there laughing and shaking their heads at us. I heard then say she will never grow up. I pray I never do.

 

Matthew 18: 3-5, rang in my head. Thank you Lord God for making me a child again.