Who Am I?

Lying on a bamboo floor; a thatch roof above me, chickens and rooster below me, I could hear the soft patter of the rain on the dried leaves, and the slow rumble of the thunder in the distance. The candle we had lit that evening was causing shadows to jump and dance on the walls around me. Lying there under my mosquito net I lay thinking of the previous day; a day full of travel up, around, and down mountains, jokes Leslie and Jillian told in the van, seeing the children run up and down the dirt road as we pulled up, putting on a puppet show and feeling like my arm was going to fall off at the shoulder (you don’t know what a real workout is until you try operating puppet for 10 minutes), making a piñata and seeing the kids faces as candy fell from it, and all of the joyful smiles and laughter not just from the children but from the adults. I remember playing follow the leader with a group of boys and somehow (it always comes to this in some way) ended up throwing the boys into the air and by the time I felt my arms could take no more, got tackled and piled on by all them. All of the laughing, laughing, laughing.

Who am I? Who am I to get to bring joy to the hurting, depressed, and lonely? Who am I to get to bring the love of Jesus to those who have never heard His name? Who am I to hold the hand and love on a baby that will never know his/her earthly father? Who am I to lead a man to Jesus while his wife is dying in the hospital bed next to us? Who am I to pray for the sick and see them healed? Who am I?!

All of these thoughts racing through my mind as I lay there on the floor and God decided to speak to my heart. He didn’t say much, but it was enough to pierce my heart to its core, to change the course of my life…again. He said five simple yet profound words, “This is where you belong…”

I couldn’t help it… I smiled.

-Kolby

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