“ Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”Mark 10:14,15
By Roxanne C. Rabino, BSN, RN
Missionary Nurse, Taytay, Palawan
I am always amused with the innocence of little children. They ask the strangest questions, disarm cold hearts with candid laughters and render forgiveness more than what the bible asks. Sometimes I wish I could be child-like again.
Faith Adventist Academy will be my new home for a year. When I asked God to send me to a place I’m needed, I never expected that He’d send me to a mission school to be a school nurse and so much more. In here, I was older than most of the population. I am ma’am Roxanne to the students. It sounded strange to me at first, but I guess I’ll get used to the courtesy. One week into my stay, I joined the homeroom devotional of the fist year students. We formed a little circle outdoors, under the shade of a tree. God’s presence was felt in our communion with nature. I couldn’t ask for a better background music than the chirping birds and the rushing creek around us. The children sat cross-legged around me, asking me to tell them a story about my life and the place where I came from. While I gladly obliged, some students started picking flowers and placed them on my hair. At that moment, I remembered not missing my own home. I greatly appreciated their way of telling me I’m welcome and it made coping in a new place way easier for me. I hoped I didn’t resemble a flower vase with my hair packed with yellow belles and hibiscus blooms.
I wondered why God wanted us to be like little children. He answered my question by letting me experience their trust, gestures of love and sweet faithfulness. In my youth I have failed to realize that all I needed to do was to sit at His feet and be blessed by His mere presence. In the worries of everyday life, I forgot to take my time and smell the flowers.
God wouldn’t shoo us away or tell us to grow up from our child-like innocence. He loves us to hover over him and listen to His stories exemplified through his handiworks. I bet He would even appreciate a bouquet of flowers or two. I couldn’t wait for heaven where all that blooms never die and story time with Jesus will last for eternity.
I’ve been here for a month now. I sometimes think of my family, friends and our home and I miss them terribly, but a secret keeps me going. It is the occasional love letters from the children and the every so often yellow and red flowers tucked in my hair.