I always look for those corn stalks on Mondays. I meet a co-worker at 8 am and we walk 45 minutes to language class. Along the way, in front of a small pharmacy, are two stalks of corn, surrounded by a few blades of grass, hemmed in on both sides by concrete. Occasionally, I see the owner faithfully watering his plants and it encourages me to take even the smallest opportunities. Maybe this farmer dreams of a field of corn; but while dreaming about what could be, he plants his two little seeds and faithfully waters them.
I dream of a room full of local friends who have found Jesus; I dream of practicing midwifery; I dream of speaking the language fluently; I dream of being FULL of the Holy Spirit, my tongue and mind under His complete control. And more.
But, oh, the faithfulness part of it. It’s praying with the 17 yr. old in my living room. It’s getting out the door to visit someone when I want to sit in a heap. It’s responding in love to my three-year old's same questions over and over. It’s biting my tongue when I want to be negative. It’s extending the apology and the forgiveness, again. Faithfully watering my two seeds.
--Written by a DNI mother.