On the Other Side of Yes
Written by: Megan H.
This week, I’m privileged to be in Guatemala with One More Child, serving alongside a team at the Malnutrition Center in San Juan, Sacatepéquez. Supporting the staff and serving the children has caused me to expend more energy in a few hours than I normally use in a full day at home. I am in awe of the nannies on staff who tirelessly serve the children and families of Guatemala each day and never complain.
One of our jobs each day is to wake up the daycare children from their afternoon naps. Today, our team walked into the preschool room and softly began rubbing the children’s backs. Slowly, each child began to yawn and stretch, peeling back blankets and rolling to a stand. One child, however, refused to wake up. No matter how much we patted him and cajoled, he stubbornly kept his limbs limp and eyes closed. Whispering promises of a snack, one volunteer lifted him off his mat and sat him in a small chair at the table. He stuck out his lower lip and continued to sleep. Even when the snack was delivered and placed in front of him, he wouldn’t wake up.
This little boy was so set on remaining asleep, conserving his energy, he was missing out on the comfort and sustenance in front of him. He had decided that keeping his eyes closed was more rewarding than ingesting the rich food and drink on the table in front of him.
It struck me, then, that I live my life much the same way.
In fact, two days before, our team had the opportunity to go zip-lining in the mountains of Antigua. I wanted very much to experience this, but then I was told that this adventure included hiking quite a bit up a mountain. I immediately said, “I’m not sure I want to expend the energy for that reward.”
Luckily, I chose to move outside of my normal response and decided not to pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The hiking was tiring, and I was hot and breathing heavily in the mountain air. But the experience was beyond amazing. I have never felt more freedom than I did at that moment when I was soaring above the trees thousands of feet below in the valley.
I spend my days feeding my family, cleaning my house, working a full-time job, studying for a graduate degree, and running my children to and from school. I often collapse on the couch at the end of the day, drained of energy and exhausted, too tired to spend time with the Lord or engage in activities to minister to others.
But what am I choosing to miss in order to conserve my own energy, my own comfort? Like the little boy who refused to wake up for a nutritious snack, my deliberate choices to zone out each evening have kept me from the true sustenance of the Bread of Life, of the Living Water.
If I, if you, if we, decided to move our focus from our own comfort to the needs of the world around us, how great would our reward be? How much more would we be filled by the Father in order to pour out to others? I’d hate to miss the reward, the nutritious snack, waiting on the other side of my “yes.”