Imagine being in a hospital where everyone around you could possibly be on the verge of death.
Imagine seeing a wife who takes in orphans sobbing because she is to sick to go home and take care of them.
Imagine an 18 year old girl fighting cancer.
Imagine a very old man that weighs maybe 50 pounds smiling from ear to ear because he finally has a visitor.
Imagine a 6 year old boy having an infection in his leg that makes him unable to walk. But he desires to run and play like a normal kid.
Imagine a 24 year old man who was abducted by the LRA, forced to carry heavy things for long distances, but was physically unable to do it and was beaten so badly that his back broke. He is now paralyzed.
(Here’s the happy part, I promise)
These are some of the stories and people I encountered on Tuesday at the hospital. But throughout all of this, imagine every single one of those people radiating with so much joy. They were truly joyful about everything that was going on around them.
And then imagine me. An 18 year old girl who is healthy and alive and has every reason to be joyful. But my joy doesn’t even compare to the joy that these people had. I desire it. I want it. I need it. My breaking point has finally arrived. I’ve wept more in the past 2 days than I have in the past 2 years. Throughout all this pain and suffering that surrounds me, there is an OVERWHELMING joy. These people of Africa have the joy of the Lord. I desire that. I want that. I need that. I adore Africa. I love every single minute of it. But, I’m ready to let God take hold of my life and wreck it for His Glory. I’m pumped.
God wins. Every. Single. Time.
-Madison Myrick
