I was able to return to the same house, which is great because I was hoping to reconnect with the two custodial staff I prayed with the day before. The morning started with us praying together as a team. It felt really good to commit our day to the Lord, asking Him to guide us, protect us, open up opportunities to speak to people in the community.
I recognized last night during our processing time, that I really love to work hard and do physical labor and construction stuff – learning new skill and all. BUT, I also LOVE to be with people. To encourage them, to speak words of life to them, to pray with them. It is more of a challenge when I do not have this kind of daily interaction. Plus, I am really missing Cairo. I never thought I would say those words. Usually I am so happy to get a little bit of a break from that place, that I don’t really miss it at all. Now, I feel much differently about Cairo. No longer seen as a mission field, but seen as my home (one of my homes). Okay, back to Biloxi. People interaction, yeah, that is what I prayed for this morning. Also, I prayed for surprises. God provided in answering each one of the prayers we lifted up together this morning as a team. It was certainly fun and entertaining to see them unfold.
The neighbor came home home and we began chatting with him a bit. Found out he works nights, so he was on his way in to sleep before going back to work. A nice guy, and I was hoping we would have more interaction with him. Our team has not actually me the home owner of the house we are working on yet, because of his busy work schedule. I am just dying for people interaction, you hear me? Anyway, so the neighbor ends up stopping by a couple hours later. He tells Mike (our team leader) that he has a surprise for us. We began joking around, “Maybe he is going to do a song and dance. Maybe he is going to finish the sheet rock. Maybe he is going to install the toilet for us.” haha. The surprise was better than all of those silly things. He told us that recently he began playing his saxophone again. He hadn’t played in years (probably since high school). There is a song that had been rolling around in his mind the last two days and he practiced it yesterday (not even with the sheet music). He kept trying to get some sleep, but he heard a voice telling him, “Go over and play the song for the goup and don’t worry about messing up the notes.” I asked if it was the Holy Spirit. He said yes, but he had never heard this voice before. Was I thankful for his obedience! Such a beautiful song flowed from the bell of his saxophone as he moved through the song with such ease and gentleness. I was taken back by the beauty. After soaking in the moment, he began to describe the impact that we had on him, coming from Illinois to volunteer and help people we had never met. He realized that he too has something to give and that he must not be selfish, but give. Pray for this man, W as he described himself as non-religious. Heck, I am not religious either (except about brushing my teeth), but I think people have different definitions for the word. Praise God for His divine placement! I am praying that W will continue to hear that voice and yield to Him.