Meek and Humble

God could give me an instant download of the Arabic language in an instant, and while I would happily receive such a gift, I think it's possible that He wants to give far more rich a gift: the power to be. 

When I sit drinking tea with a refugee family and can't speak much of the language I am entirely at the mercy of the graciousness of my hosts as well as on the Holy Spirit to move through me. I turn the tables on power simply by humbling myself to becoming like a child learn language. It is with this ancient, mysterious truth in mind that God send His Son to earth as a baby, to refugee parents, to the people considered the most backwards of the day. 

So I follow in His footsteps as I totter around in a difficult language and I learn how simply being in His presence and bringing His presence changes far more than my perfectly formed words ever could. I thank God for the gift, and for His grace to teach me how to be like Him, meek and humble of heart. I may not speak much Arabic at this point, but I pray His heartbeat is loud enough in my chest for my new friends to hear and be drawn in.