Our first day at the orphanage. Doing what we came to do. Since it’s after 11pm right now and I’ve got some work yet ahead of me, a few glimpses with little words are all I will give you.
Besides, my words right now wouldn’t be that wordy. I’ve been speaking in simplified English sentences, saying them maybe three times in three slightly varied ways all day long. I don’t think I have much brain power left right now to write anything worthy of reading. But, I believe these glimpses will tell a bit of a story of what our day looked like. Summed up, today was foundation building.
We met a lot of caregivers and a lot of kids today. We’re overwhelmed by names that are very hard for our mouths to say. And, team members are taking deep breaths tonight…hopefully, they’re all asleep by now while I burn the midnight oil. The first day is hard, wrestling with what each team members’ role is in their room, wanting to do significant work but not knowing the best way to do that, feeling the weight of the sheer number of children all of whom could use an entire day of one-on-one time.
I’m taking a deep breath myself and trying not to bite my nails down to nothings. At 4:45, literally minutes before we left today, one of the directors of the orphanage who has been working with me asked me to change the plan I had for the daily ayi training and instead combine it into one presentation and give a lecture tomorrow for about 40-50 staff including ayis, therapists of various types, and administrators.
Ummm…okay.
For the past 3 hours, I’ve been sorting through video clips that the team members took today and reworking all my notes and Power Point slides to create something that might work for tomorrow, all the while trusting that whatever He wants said will be said in spite of me.
Yup. I can’t say I’ve got this. But, I know He does.
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