Back then, I clung to the dramatic and the exotic.
Back there, I painted the ideal and clung to the dream.
Back then, I thought serving the poor in a foreign land would sprout angel’s wings on my own three kids and would somehow make me an inspirational Mother-Theresa-type.
But, I am finding that, right here, it’s not really so exotic, after all. Mostly, I am just trudging through a whole lotta dirt–
from feet to heart.
Each time our family is able to spend time out at Breanna’s House, we come home physically dirty. Shoes are taken off and on and off again, leaving feet covered in dust. Mud is stepped in and splattered during soccer games, and bug spray clings to little legs. Shirts are grimy and heads are sweaty. Bugs are touched and dogs are petted and squatty-potties are used. And I would be pulling a Mother-Theresa-Mega-Poser if I told you that this dirty-reality isn’t just really hard as a mom of three young children.
Pulling the toddler’s fingers out of her mouth. Wrestling through the post-visit non-negotiable showers. Scrubbing the small feet, after UNO games played in the dirt.
But that’s the thing with service, isn’t it? There’s always some sort-of dirt involved. And maybe its the physical kind or maybe its the emotional kind, but regardless of the form, serving and loving others, costs. And sometimes you pay for it by making a meal or buying a homeless guy a burger or swinging a hammer for a Habitat House. And other times it costs you a Saturday morning or a $100 bucks or your space. And sometimes it’s helping a stranger and sometimes it’s disciplining your kids. But there is always, always a price tag for serving and loving others–
and oftentimes it’s much, much higher than a few dirty feet.
This post linked over at Ann’s site, Holy Experience, where she is talking about what it means to show compassion to those around us, particularly to the “least of these.” Stop over and check it out, if you have a minute.
How about you? What are the biggest challenges or greatest gifts that come with serving/helping/loving those around you, whether it be family or friends or strangers?




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Awesome! I love Thailand! My husband & I have been to Thailand twice on mission trips. Thank you and your family for allowing God to use you to help those beautiful girls.
Just wanted to add…I was noticing your comments on the right. We were in Pattaya both times doing mission work.
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Self pity is my greatest challenge. Having two sick children, I am ashamed to say that I get resentful about all of the medicines and doctors’ visits and tests and paperwork and arguments with the insurance companies…and if I have to watch them be hurt by a needle one more time… and sometimes I just want to give up. And I know that Jesus gets it. I know He understands my resentments. BUT, I also know that He wants me to remember that I am NOT the one who is sick. I am NOT having seizures, and I am NOT going through chemo, and I am NOT the one being hurt by needles. He wants me to remember that my service to Him is to fight for these children to have the best care and the best insurance coverage possible and the greatest amount of nurturing to ease their pain. And I am finally beginning to realize that He is the only Way that I will find the strength to do these things. Even if I allow myself to wallow once in awhile…
Love you and miss you, friend.
Oh, Heather, if I can think of anyone who has “right” to wallow as a mom and what life has handed you, it would be you. I simply can not imagine the road you have had to walk with your kids, my friend. It makes my little dirty feet seem like such a itty-bitty struggle. But I love what you said about when you are at the end of your rope, it’s more natural to recognize that He is the ultimate Strength-Giver. Love that reminder.
L
Oh, and miss you, too.
Man, I get this. I get it way down in my gut.
The dirt is everywhere. We can’t escape it, even by moving to the mission field to serve the poor. (Dang.) We can only clean it up and clean it up and clean it up again, with the endless grace of God.
And even then, it’s dirty.
Hugs across the miles, new friend. (Can I say that?) (Oh. I guess I just did.)
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Agreed. (and the cleaning up part again and again and again)
And Absolutely (about the friend part)
Love, L
God bless you! I just stumbled upon your blog through in courage. Hi, I’m Yan from Brunei
I have recently wondered why it’s been so costly serving the Lord and to what extend I should keep on giving. But looks like I’m not alone. For maybe this is just a preparation stage for me, as He has greater things install for me in the future..maybe like what you’re going through. I’m encouraged that you are still keeping strong and thankful that you had a sound mind/heart to write this blog post to bless us all. Thank you!
We left our church of 17 years about 5 weeks ago. I feel like you (on a much lesser scale) in that I want to go. home. I miss my ladies group so very much. It looks like I’m going to begin another one at the new church, but it makes me feel so tired. I want the comfortable group or no group at all. But I can’t shake God’s idea for me to begin anew. If we truly love God we can’t escape the dirt.
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Absolutely, Kendal. Change is so hard. Starting over is so much energy. And yet, And yet, it does seem like in the transition, God often speaks pretty loudly because we are called to a greater discomfort, and thus, a greater chance to trust and grow and learn.
Oh, but it’s painful. Oh, so painful.
Let me know what happens,
Laura
Those are some dirty feet!!! What you are doing is not easy and oh how good it feels to get home and take a shower! All that your kids are seeing and doing and feeling is going to impact them for eternity. All this may not be for you but for them. Being out of our own familiar culture is such a stretch for all of us. You are doing well and God is so pleased with all that you are doing! You must believe that even during those times when you don’t feel it. In Him…
To answer the question: my struggle is when I feel like I’ve given so much (time/$$/energy/heart) and it SEEMS to have made so little impact. So I keep reminding myself that I don’t HAVE TO KNOW the impact! And then He gives me these little tiny blessings of “seeing” . . . ahhhh.
And Laura, and everyone else commenting w/ struggles: God can handle your wallowing – even whining if you must!! He loves you (and me!) more than we can know.
Hugs!
Absolutely, Tamara, the struggle only intensifies when we don’t feel like we are affecting change or making a difference. It’s so hard to keep giving when it feels like it’s pointless. Maybe that’s the hardest type of obedience and love . . . .
But, thank heavens, for the “glimpses” when we do get them! They are so sweet.
Love, L
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