This last Sunday Lorelei and Jorja were in Sunday School together at a church we were visiting. The teacher asked Lorelei if she knew any words in Chitonga...
Now, Lorelei is my oldest child, and her personality is evidence of her placement. She is, of all my children, a very by the book kind of girl. Life is black and white. Things are to be done properly. (I'm so thankful. Every family needs at least one.)
...So, Lorelei took a moment to think then told her teacher what words she could remember at the time. The teacher seemed impressed at what Lorelei could say, so Jorja decided that she would take a turn...
Jorja is my middle child. A typical middle child who lives in a world of her own. A kaleidoscope of technicolor, neon laser lights. Proper is... subjective, and the book is yet to be written. (A load of fun, but, whew!)
Jorja proceeded to expound quite fluently in gibberish. The teacher was very impressed that Jorja could become so fluent in one short trip! Jorja sat there smug and quite proud of herself, until Lorelei just couldn't handle it and had to tell the teacher that Jorja was making it all up.
How often do we try to fake it in ministry? Jorja can no more speak Chitonga apart from the Spirit imparting a miraculous gift than we can accomplish the tasks God has set before us apart from him doing them through us. May we never become proud in our own ablities, but walk humbly by the Spirit.
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