The first Sunday that I was in Nairobi, I attended a church where we sung the following song:
Majesty Majesty
Your grace has found me just as I am
Empty handed but alive in Your hands
This was a very popular song in the States awhile ago, and I'm sure many of you have heard of it. When I listened to the last line of this stanza that Sunday, I was moved by it, thinking about how I had very little to offer and how God would and could use me for His will. Little did I know that the full significance of this line would not hit me until a couple days later.
Volunteering for this specific placement in Kapsowar, I knew that I was going to be teaching. I thought that Allison, who has been a teacher for 6 years, and I would be teaching in the same classroom, her taking the lead and me helping out in anyway possible. God had other plans for me. On our drive to Kapsowar, one of the full-term missionaries came to get us. She started to explain how Allison and I would be teaching in different primary schools, and that is when the panic started to ensue. I know absolutely nothing about teaching. I have taught in Sunday school and Vacation Bible School and also worked at a daycare where I taught the kids how to count, the alphabet, and how to tell time, but that is the extent of my teaching skills. For crying out loud, people go to college to become teachers! The next day, when we visited the schools, it was clear that the people were expecting a real teacher, and I was so worried that I would fail them. I started praying in my head right then and there, knowing that it would be through God alone that I would manage teaching. I needed His help.
I was placed in Kapsowar Primary School, the local public elementary school with approximately 650 students ranging from grades (or standards as they call them here) 1-8. I was given a seventh grade English class to each, and I was petrified. The first full school day I was there, I simply sat in on the class I was to teach while the normal teacher taught. It was after that one day that I was expected to take on the responsibility of teaching English.
To say I was nervous to teach would be an understatement; I was terrified. But God, like He always does, proved faithful and got me through the first lesson I have ever taught. I have now made it through a whole week of teaching only through His grace. That is not to say that I have not had help. The teachers at the school are so kind and so helpful, but I know that without them or God I would fail.
As I look back on the lyric "Your grace has found me just as I am, empty handed but alive in Your hands," I think about what God has taught me just in the first couple weeks I have been here. If I had come to do solely nursing things, I would not have felt empty handed. I would have felt somewhat competent and comfortable in what I was doing and probably would not have felt such an imminent need for God as I currently do. He had to break me down and force me to realize that I am empty handed in order for me to be willing to be molded by Him. Even in nursing, I am not a professional and would not have struggled, but I had too much confidence in the flesh and too much pride to really rely on God. He has been teaching me that, not matter what I do, whether it is teaching or nursing, I need to rely on Him because without Him I am nothing, and that it is not about what I can do, but what He is able to do through me. As the Lord told Paul in 2 Corinthians 12:9, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Through my weaknesses, God's grace and power is being shown.