Can I really make a difference?
I asked myself that very question a few weekends ago, when my family joined a group of Christians who went to visit an orphanage in Rocky Point, Mexico.
The team prepared lunch for the kids and the staff at the orphanage. Afterward, the girls worked at different booths. Some did face painting, others different games, others crafts, and so on. The guys went outside and played soccer and basketball with the rest of the kids.
I walked around the different booths looking for a place to help out, but none of these activities seemed like “my thing.” Outside, clouds of dust and the sound of laughter filled the air. Childhood memories of sprained ankles and broken toenails sustained during eager attempts to play ball with my neighbors kept me from even considering to join in.
I longed to connect with these precious children, but I didn’t know how.
Feeling like I didn’t fit in, I sauntered back inside the building where I noticed that a new booth had opened up. A young woman from our team had spread dozens of bright-colored bottles of nail polish on the table. The younger girls waited in line, giddy with excitement, when I sat on the opposite side of the table and asked, “Who wants me to paint her nails?”
The little girls dismissed the offer. “No, no. ¡Ella, ella!” they’d say, pointing at the pretty blond from our team.
Thanks a lot! I muttered, feeling defeated and rejected. Then one of the young teens from the orphanage tapped me on the shoulder. “Would you do my nails?” she asked shyly. I felt like I had gone from zero to hero! I was now in business!
Much to my surprise, as soon as I began to work on this girl’s nails, a second line began to form behind me. But my “customers” were the older girls in the orphanage. I wondered why they would be attracted to me and not by the novelty of the pretty American. (If you don’t know me, I should tell you I’m as Hispanic-looking as it gets.)
“They want a mother’s touch,” a voice told me.
Emotion and gratitude filled me. “What is your name?” I asked the girl whose hand I was holding in mine. And that was all it took. She, as well as the rest of the girls that visited my booth, talked to me incessantly like any other teenager would to a beloved aunt or godmother. As I applied the nail polish and gave them quick glances so that they’d know I was listening, I prayed for these girls, that they would feel God’s touch through mine and His love through my prayers and this minute act of service.
On May 5th, you and I will have an opportunity to express God’s love to other women with our small acts of service during Spa Day – a VCNP outreach to single moms.
For years, I’d thought I couldn’t participate in this event because I wasn’t a cosmetologist or an aesthetician. This time around, however, I found out that this is a misconception. Though we still need professionals, anyone can help! All we need to do is be willing to serve (and attend a volunteer meeting at the end of April.)
If you would like more information about this great event, please contact Rebecca Turrigiano at rturrigiano@vcfnp.com or click on this link: http://vineyardnorthphoenix.com/story/680 We still need many volunteers!
Come and make a difference!
Ana