Progression at a Standstill!

This week was very much one of progress and standing still perfectly balanced, all in one week.
In terms of progress, things came along brilliantly. The Sandpit got finished. 12 tonnes of sand sieved, planks nailed in place, plastic laid down and finally all 12 tonnes of sand mixed with 450 kg of salt = one very nice sandpit. Progress was made in baby creche with certain children saying first words, others realising shapes and recognising colours. However for the others, my face still resembled a jungle gym and my nose a punch bag, however I've become used to it now. I guess that's why God made me thick skulled...I mean skinned.
On the other side of the coin, however, the thoughtful state of standing still was very apparent in me. Usually my brain works at a mile a minute. Granted, that alot of the stuff that whirls in my head is rubbish but I at least there's something there, something to think about, ponder or work out. Even if it is only ideas like printing newspapers on sugar paper to reduce pollution and littering.
But this week I just took the time to stand back and marvel at what can happen through faith. It's said that with the faith of a mustard seed you can move mountains and it's true. Just looking back over pictures of 3/4 years ago, it's amazing to see what God has done at Rehoboth. He's moved everything, And I guess that's why I was in this intellectual limbo all week. I was meant to just look at what had been achieved and look at what was still to be achieved.
With so much talk of a 2nd Rehoboth being built hopefully, I assumed that everything here was finished and done, but then it struck me like a 3 year old's foot in the nose. After all the building is finished and everything is looking nice, there is still the massive responsilbilty of looking after these kids. It's something that goes on under the surface. Everyone sees the aesthetic things like the buildings and the brilliant hand made, perfectly constructed fences, but it's the care these kids receive that is paramount here. Throughout this week of making these aesthetic things, that fact has hit home that little bit more. Especially when a child in baby creche, usually so full of beans, lively and so awake and alert began to droop, become weary and look so distant all the time. And it hit me like a two year old's finger in the eye. The materialistic things here count for nothing. Sure, they look nice and make the place a nice place to be, but the kids come first every time. Which is the way it should be. That is why I had my mental block this week. To ensure that I never forgot that fact.

James 1:27 "Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this; to look after orphans in distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world."