I was looking through my prayer journal and came to an entry from October 7, 2014. My husband and I had journeyed from our home in Chattanooga, TN and found ourselves for a second time in Farmington, at Navajo Ministries. Reading this I am transported back to the sounds of the children and the smell of Navajo Tacos. There were many entries for that week of different people we met, but the one that was most touching was the night we were invited to dinner with the Jeffrey’s at the “House of Love”.
We didn’t know what to expect but we had prayed that God would use us to bless this family and the children. We rang the doorbell and were greeted by Rolanda, the house mom, and several little children that wanted a hug. My heart almost burst with joy seeing their smiling faces. We sat and read to them while the house parents finished preparing dinner.
We all sat together at a big round table. The older children helped the younger ones into their high chairs and bibs. Then after everyone was settled we all joined hands and bowed our heads for Uncle Randall to pray. After the prayer, the bowls were passed and everyone began to eat and talk about their day. I could have stayed in that moment forever.
After dinner everyone helped clean up, then we had a little time to read and play before bedtime. The children climbed all over us as we played and giggled…we loved every moment. Later that night my husband remarked to someone that, “the children had climbed all over us and left their fingerprints on our hearts”. That was the highlight of our week visiting Navajo Ministries. It’s been almost a year since that night and now we live here on grounds of Navajo Ministries as resident volunteers.
Our lives have changed a great deal in these past months, but we feel that we are richer for the change. God has been faithful through it all and we feel that we are experiencing a little taste of heaven here on earth.
By Carol Kittle