my soul cries out to God. I AM WEAK. my soul pants for The Lord. There has been pain which greets my heart and tears that meet my cheeks.
This place and its poverty. This place and its nothing. These kids with no family. These kids with no shoes. These people with yellow eyes. These people with dark hearts.
It only takes a day to realize the depravity of the world.
We are a people with clean bodies and good health. We are a people with much stuff and big cars. We are a people who will make it on our own, and we will make it succesfully…whatever 'succesfull' looks like.
They, these dark skinned, yellow eyed people, they have dreams of getting 3 meals a day. Of getting adopted. Of going to school. Of having a future. Of being good enough. Of being a leader. Of finding hope.
The things that have met my eyes, all the sights I've seen. The things that have met my ears, all the words i've heard. The things that have broken my heart…they are starting to boil under my skin, down in my blood.
It hurts to see a woman in bondage. It hurts to hear a child cry. It hurts to watch all the poeple walk by and stare at us…because I can see in their eyes, in thier gazes, that they need help. They need freedom. They need hope. but of course, there is something holding them back from pursuing freedom. Sometimes it is their family who is muslim. Sometimes they have done bad things, like kill their parents. Sometimes people have done bad things to them, but all of these people have something.
And my friends, this hurts. It hurts so much to see.
But I can't look away.
This past week I've been feeling pretty down for all that I've seen and that's just a little summary of my hearts cry.
Of course, Jesus is good, and He has these people in the palm of His hand, so there is always peace in that.
But I challenge you… not to look away.
It hurts. It hurts bad. But, the moment you see God give a woman freedom, or the moment when you see a childs face light up because they get to hold your hand, that is the moment when all the pain is worth it.
Do not look away.
Psalms 30:5 "For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning."
