I see the light. It is, oddly, in the form of Cesario’s dark skin, when he held out his arms as he volunteered to help me settle the kids down this morning. I see it in Jasmine’s smile, when she unexpectedly stayed with me and helped out with the singing even if it didn’t work out nicely. Well, it was in English. The kids could hardly read in Filipino. But we went on, anyway. We went on as if language was not an obstruction. We went on with me sitting uncomfortably with the wires fully stretched out of the window, for we only had one outlet. It was not at all smooth and convenient. But when the notes rang, everyone listened, and even though it was a bit hard to be fully sat down (the keyboard was on my lap) while teaching kids the hand gestures (for Lord, I lift Your Name on High), it was worth it. They loved the hand action part. Well, we’ll get to the voice and body coordination later.
There were three or more new faces today, whose names I was not able to catch. Sunday worship makes me the busybody. I’m here, there and everywhere, doing this and that, just as I have done since 2008 and beyond. And even here, in this little mission site, I found myself juggling a handful of roles. But today, God made it easier. I wish, in my heart of hearts, to see Cesario and Jasmine helping me out again, with this kind of enthusiasm, but asking that would be much. Today is a light shed on my cast shadows. I have no doubt that both these youths, when inspired to lead, can guide the rest of my tiny pack even when we are not here.
So, perhaps, what I should focus on right now is to make good memories with them. To make Sunday School something fun and educational and exciting and curiosity-inducing, just as what it should be. I hope I’d be able to open up new worlds for the kids as we go on; you know, not just coloring and singing and memorizing Bible verses, but a little hope that one day, they could go out of NV9 and conquer new territories.
Kate and her brothers were absent today. And so was ate Michelle. Abby, a girl who was undergoing depression, came. She was unusually quiet. I tapped her back and told her to join us at Sunday School (to assist me), but her mom says she’s not okay right now. In the past few weeks, my parents have been counseling her after she dropped out of school and developed an inferiority complex. Man, depression’s hard. Take it from someone who lived through it.
But when you see the light, you’ll realize that all the darkness you had to walk through was a lesson. A polishing. A painful molding by the Hands of The Maker.
We dropped by our favorite fruit stall on our way home. I loved the road there; it was quiet and less traffic. Many people have discovered this secret sanctuary. Of course, we had our regular dose of coconut juice and my dad’s Sunday won’t be complete without it.
Ah. Little things.
Life update: personally attended tasks concerning BIR, got my blog tweaked with a new logo (this new theme looks so nice!), finished some of my monthly assignments, sent out Q&As to clients requesting for copy assistance, drew a lot, ate a lot of chicken, and avoided high-sodium food. My dad visited a book fair on Friday and declared I’d got my own book published on Saturday. Putting that here so I have something to go back to when it comes true.
Productive week, so far. Now I’m ready to move on to the next.