It's All Worth It

It's been a long week. I'll admit that I'm tired. I'm drained physically, emotionally, spiritually. And at times this past weekend I even wondered what in the world I'm doing here in South Africa. Someone asked me at church on Sunday if I thought I would come back to Durban after my term was finished. For the first time I couldn't answer because I was afraid of what I might say. If I had been given the chance, I probably would have packed my bags and been on the first flight home.
Thankfully, I wasn't given that chance. I'm still tired (even after taking a much needed day off on Tuesday), but yesterday I received a very encouraging note from a very unexpected person. Every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, I have the privilege of handing out bread and cakes to some children. I know I'm probably not supposed to have favourites among the kids, but there are a couple that wiggle their way into my heart a little more than the rest. Meshack is one of them. He and thirteen others live in a small two-bedroom flat, and I tend to give him a little more bread than the rest because I know that it will not go to waste in his family. Anyways, yesterday he handed me a little letter from his father. It said:

Dear Provider
We would just like to say thank you for all the breads you provide and to say God bless you and help you to continue with your good deeds and we love you.

Just a simple little note. Just a few short lines. And yet it makes it all worth it. All the tears. All the frustration. All the discouragement. It's all worth it.