More little glimpses

I was folding laundry today after my Bible study. We are working through the book of Isaiah. Our faithful teachers are all from different eschatalogical viewpoints. They are very gracious to one another, and to all of us students, who are also sort of all over the place. But there is a level of discomfort in the lack of unity. I don't think it is bad, but it is uncomfortable. Some days I wonder why I keep going because it isn't as comfortable as other studies would be with ladies that I know are all on the same page.

My moment of realization was when God brought to mind some things I had been reading about transracial adoptions and how it feels to be the only person that is of a different race in a family or community. I knew that on an intellectual level, but today I could feel what it would feel like. And probably at a very minimal level. That low level uncomfortable feeling would be a bother, especially if there is never really a break. Where can an Ethiopian child go in my family and community and feel like people really get him? I will persevere with my group, because God has given them to me to teach many things. They have blessed me far more than they will ever know.