One of my favorite movies of all time is Little Women. It has been one of the movies that I can easily watch just about anytime or anywhere, despite what others may say.
As I have just transitioned into an entirely new chapter of life that is so new and foreign to me, there is one scene from this film that I have found myself relating to. It is when Jo, the wild vagabond of the March family, leaves home and goes to be a tutor for a family in the big city of London. She identifies herself as ¨crossing over a great divide.¨ She felt alone, challenged, excited, and yet the opportunity in crossing over offered so much growth. All this to say that is exactly where I am at.
I am a nanny for three children. However, whenever I am introduced to people, I am introduced as ¨The professor of English, but she does not speak Spainish.¨ Yes I know its quite the introduction, espcially when you understand what they say about you after such and you´re still working on your undergrad. I will say it is humbling to be able to generally understand what is being said, yet really not be able to communicate back in the same tongue. I am learning how to live out Love.
I have crossed over my ¨great divide¨ if you will. The challenges of language and building relationships are new. Economically I am in a new class. In Europe it would seem that there is a social caste system, like in India. Let´s just say I´m living with the Brahmans, the highest caste. This is new for me and is another culture in itself. I have never had a housemaide, someone to wash my clothes and cook my food for me. Having a dad that travels for his own pleasure to the Canary Islands for the weekend is foreign as well. I am learning how to continually say ¨It is just different,¨ while allowing myself to continually lift those up around me to the Father.
On the other hand, one of my favorite additions to this new season is my morning alarm clock. It goes off at about 8:30am and sounds like the patting a little feet and then becomes a whisper which leads to a giggle. The youngest of the children I´m watching likes to come in and wake me up in the morning. His name is Ignacio. He is effectionately referred to as Gordito. It is very sweet, and who wouldn´t want to wake up to a cute smiling face that just wants to say ¨Buenos Días?¨
In each day I pray that the glory of the Father is seen and exalted on high. May we all simply be clay in the hands of the Potter, ready to be molded for His purpose alone.
