It is Happiness to Me

I went to visit some of our goat ladies (that doesn’t sound like a very nice name) yesterday and ended up having quite the wonderful visit with some of the neighborhood kids as well. Most of our current goat beneficiaries live right beside the location where we keep our buck, aka the “buck station.” We are at the buck station quite often and the children around there have gotten used to us. I had to park way away because it looked like a storm was coming and I knew the truck wouldn’t make it through the mud if it rained, so I walked in. As I walked up, one of our buck station friends, a girl of about 10 years old, was outside her house apparently fake crying. She was screaming her head off, but when she caught sight of me, she looked like she had seen a ghost and stopped mid-scream. Very quickly, she seemed to have gotten over whatever was so upsetting to her. She then started yelling, “Katie! Katie has come!” and all the neighborhood kids came out. Sometimes kids can be a little bit of a bother here – the singsong “money, money” is not always endearing – but not these kids. They are always sweet and friendly, with a great sense of humor, and they understand me when I speak, so I am rather fond of them. They were all excited that I came and quickly volunteered to show me around to the ladies’ houses. When I asked them why they were happy, they replied “because you came.” I said, “But what am I going to do for you? Why does my coming make you happy?” Their reply is literally translated, “It is happiness to us.” Well, it was happiness to me too! They then proceeded to treat me like royalty guiding me down the path to each house, making sure I stepped on the one stone in the middle of a puddle (despite that I was wearing boots and they were barefoot), and teasing me and giggling with me the whole way.

I had a good visit also with four of our goat beneficiaries. The goats are healthy, many are bred or have a kid by their side and all the women and their families seemed to be doing well also. A couple of the women were sick and I got the chance to pray for them and share with them a little about my Father, the Healer.

I was also reminded today of why we do what we do. I was reading in 1 Corinthians this morning where Paul talks about how he had given up his rights so that by becoming all things to all people, some might become followers. Here, we have adopted much the same notion. I have a “right” to go about my life wearing pants, with my hair uncovered, and only eating and drinking things that I like (i.e. not salty coffee), but in this situation would that point others to the Son and bring glory to the Father? No, it wouldn’t. So in this environment, we cover our heads and we wear long skirts and we eat what we are offered, because to not do so would be unnecessarily offensive to the people we hope to share Light with. We don’t have to, but we give up our right to do as we like for the sake of the Kingdom.

By giving up our rights, we are able to get into homes, sit and talk with ladies, pray with them, and share Hope with them because they are not offended by our dress. Even in learning the local language, I am giving up the right to communicate how I think is easiest and choose instead to communicate with them in a way that is most understood and accepted by them as their own.

I am so grateful that by giving up rights, I am welcomed into homes of the women we interact with and am greeted by happy, giggling children, who seemingly accept me as one of their own.

I think I have posted these before, but these are my buck station friends. So adorable! #gallery-863-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-863-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 100%; } #gallery-863-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-863-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */

0 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All