small things. . .

sunday morning i came back from church early. i have been taking care of louvinsky who is from the orphanage in port-au-paix. he had malaria and typhoid and i needed to come back and give him a dose of antibiotics. i hung his medication and thought i would try to lay down and rest a few minutes. this last week has been extremely busy. we had a medical group here and that always makes things a bit busier in my life. over the weekend, especially saturday, things were rather crazy, so i really thought a cat-nap would help me feel better.

as i lay there all the noises that had been merely background noises were now more real. i focused on them one at a time. i heard den, one of the special needs children who lives here playing in the courtyard right outside my door. he was taking rocks and i could hear them hitting the metal of his toy dump truck. who knows what he was building in his imagination.

the children from children's church always come and have a lesson in our clinic waiting room that is around the corner from my room. they were singing. one of those children's songs that get's faster and faster with each round. i think most of them were singing at the top of their lungs. then they began to work on their memory verse. the leader would say a line and they would all repeat it. over and over they worked on learning it, i just lay their listening. in the end they could all shout it the whole way through.

one of the women who works with the special needs children was working on laundry. i heard her because she was singing. some of the songs here are in this minor key that makes them very deep and soulful and even though i couldn't hear well enough to understand the words i could hear her praise.

sometimes i get caught up in doing the big things, but really these small things probably bring more glory than most of our big endeavors.