ONE DAY TO THE NEXT...

The new one!

Every day I wake up here in Zambia and wonder in the quiet with God what my day will be like. Some days go as planned, some don’t. Some days seem to fall into the neat boxes of my job description and ministry role and other days I’m a taxi driver, a labor officer, a counselor, a medical advocate,  victims support, or a myriad of other roles. 

This past week I spent one of my days helping young women fight for justice and the next I was assessing a broken toilet at our partner school and then hunting down and purchasing one in Chongwe. I was frankly just ecstatic that I didn’t have to drive to Lusaka! This is my life. It is the life of those of us who are doing community transformation. The only “box” we have is the imaginary box we put around our community to say this is where we will put our focus. 

Everything in that box is there longing for the touch of God. And God chooses to use us as His instruments of grace there. So, we sit in meetings, drive people to the hospital, and respond to the call about a broken toilet.  Anything that touches people’s lives in a way Jesus would. Anything that brings transformation to the people of Chibolya, short term, and long term. Anything that says we are here to walk alongside you. 

Transformation happens in the spectacular and the mundane. The things that “look” like ministry and the things that don’t. You never know what your day might entail….one day to the next.