The other afternoon, my girls, fellow supervisors, and I went for a little walk. There's a giant chunck of green that somehow squeezes in about 6 soccer fields. On this sunny day we walked down the dusty little path that sometimes passes for the road leading to our front gates.
Arriving at the fields we chose to sit in the circle painted white on lush green in the very center of the grounds. We sat down with the intention of having a "picnic," which in fact was a corporate binge on a bunch of rarely-eaten junk food (Doritoes, Cheetos, chips, etc.).
As we sat down, I thought, what a good moment to make into something meaningful. So as the last girl plopped down with her Mexican version of cheetos, I said, "This week is Thanksgiving, so maybe we should say what we're most thankful for."
They agreed, and we began.
Esmeralda was first. She is the most sincere little grown-up of a girl. She said that she is thankful for her mom and dad, who God had blessed her with, and for her supervisors. She was proud that each one of us were HER supervisors. And from then, one by one, they would mention the thing they were most thankful for, and toss in the honorable mention for their supervisors.
While it may have been personal gratification to start with, I began to think of them 10 years from now. What will they say about me then? What impact will I have had on them by the time they have children? Will they continue to be thankful for the people that did their best to raise them? Will their own children reflect the training they received from me and my fellow missionaries?
I begin to worry a bit, and just like a mother, I begin to pray.
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