It takes a village to raise a child. The job is too big to do it alone. We weren't meant to do it alone. We were made to connect with Him and to connect with others. We are wise to create a support network around us. But what if our village that we create to support us, does more harm to our children than good?
I had an invitation to a Tupperware party from a Muslim woman I had met at an indoor playground. In the past, I would have politely declined the offer, for fear that my boys might ask for play dates with her boys. (That definitely did not fit in with my nice artificial Christian bubble that I was attempting to create.) But knowing it was great opportunity for me to be salt and light to the world, and now trusting Him with my boy's futures, I accepted. It really opened my eyes to the fact that women are all the same, despite our cultural differences. It was a great chance to discuss the Islamic faith with my boys, and one I would have missed if I had been still held captive by my fear.
The village I am in now is very different to the one I tried to create myself based on fear. I trusted Him to create my village and it is so much more than I could have hoped and dreamed of. I know that if I need help, I can draw on the resources of my village. But the other thing I like about my village is that it is inclusive, not exclusive. In fact, the way I came to be a part of this village, is because the people in this village reached out to me. I know that if I invited anyone into this village, they too would be loved and accepted. This is God's design for the church. Instead of making my world smaller for my children, it has now become larger. And my heart has become enlarged because of it. I am now on the look out for others that may be looking for a village of their own.
The village I tried to create for my children out of fear was exclusive. But His village is inclusive. There is always room for more in His village.
Still taking lessons from the King,