It's the Little Things

God amazes me in the little things.

Doug has been praying for a year that God would send someone to Arua that could teach Kylie ballet.

I mean, what are the chances, right?

In January, a lovely lady taking a gap year before college, arrived here to work with the Catholic mission.

I met Meg on her second day in town, and after about a month and a half, I invited her to a family meal. We invited her on “Pizza Night,” because what American wouldn’t want that? The kids decorated cookies that day for our dessert that night, and they each made cookies for her.

When she arrived, I was still finishing the pizzas, so she played outside with the kids. Meg mentioned later that she had talked to Kylie and found out Kylie took ballet back in the States. She then said, “That was my thing.”

Doug was excited, and I asked her pretty immediately if she wanted to teach Kylie dance one day a week. She didn’t even bat an eye before she said, “Sure.”

Later that night, I looked her up on facebook, and I looked at some of her pictures from high school. It turns out, she attended Ballet Magnificat’s summer camps in Jackson, Mississippi, so I knew dancing just wasn’t her “thing,” it was her “THING!”

Having lived outside of Jackson for eight years, I know a little about Ballet Mag. I have friends that toured with them, and I saw some of their performances. They are a ballet company focused on giving glory to God through dance, and they are GOOD!

I told one of Meg’s bosses that she might be teaching Kylie dance one day a week, if that was okay, and she told me that would be great. Then she told me that Meg had earned money in high school by teaching dance!

Doug’s prayer wasn’t answered by just some girl who danced in high school, but by someone who taught dance and was good at it!

We only have a couple of more months before Meg returns to Arkansas, but we are thanking God for the time He did give us with her. She is a delight.

She comes to teach on Wednesdays and then returns again for pizza night on Fridays. We love having her around, and we hope we’ve blessed her as much as she’s blessed us.

Ask God for the little things. He wants to bless you.