Follow us, following Him.

"Sometimes I would like to ask God why He allows poverty, suffering, and injustice when He could do something about it." ...Well, why don't you ask Him?... "Because I'm afraid He would ask me the same question."

Friday, May 30, 2014

my job is to love

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"  

How many of us have heard this a gazillion times?  I am sure we all have and we ask small children the same.  Me personally, without a "working career", I still continue to hear it.  

In the past 2 weeks God has shown me exactly what my job looks like.  He wants me to love.  I was MADE to love.  

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.  1 Corinthians 13:4-7
 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.  If anyone has material possessions and sees his brother in need but has no pity on him, how can the love of God be in him?  Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth.  1 John 3:16-18.
 Be on guard.  Stand firm in the faith.  Be courageous.  Be strong.  And do everything with love.  1 Corinthians 16: 13-14
 Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God.  Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God.  But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love.  1 John 4:7-8.
 Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'  This is the first and greatest commandment.  And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'  Matthew 22:37-39.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  John 3: 16.

I have finally figure out what I am made to do.  Love.  

Friday, May 23, 2014

Broken and Healing

this is like nothing i have every experienced before.  brokenness.

I just returned from my 12th trip to haiti and i have seen, heard, and felt things on this trip that i cannot keep quiet about.

I don't even know where to begin.

We tried to go to the government run hospital two different times and were unsuccessful.  But we felt His nudging to keep trying.  On friday afternoon, we made it there at about 230 pm.  We walked down a paved street lined with sheet metal walls.  This road was maybe 20 ft wide and would have been very tricky to have two cars drive through.   As we walked, carrying our lotion and wipes for washing the hands and feet of people the Lord put in front of us, we had no idea what we were about to see.  We crossed over into an areas that was dirt and grass and trash and continued to follow the path He had laid out for us.  We had no idea where we were going.  We were trusting the hospital staff to lead us to the abandoned adult room that we had come specifically to visit.  (Honestly I just wanted to go see the babies because holding them and kissing them is enough to make them happy).

We finally got to the place where the adults were housed.  We walked up a ramp into a 40X40 room, tin roof and sides, concrete floor, and 12-15 abandoned people housed there.  We were all in shock at the conditions.  Some of the lucky ones had a 2 inch mattress to lay on, directly on the floor.  Many others were just on a sheet or directly on the concrete floor.  Some were clothed; some were not.  Some could talk; some could not.

One man was covered in flies, laying directly on the floor in the corner, completely naked... moaning in pain.

Left to die. Absolutely left there to die.

They all have a story.  I was struggling to ask any questions because I was simply too afraid at the thought of knowing.  Knowing how they got there.  Knowing how they have been treated.

One girl, probably late teens or early twenties, I connected with right away.  I walked through the door and her eyes met mine.  Big brown gorgeous eyes that looked deep into my soul.  She seemed handicapped, sitting with her legs folded out like a little kid does.  I sat down right next to her on her soiled mattress, grabbed her hands, and started singing in her ear.  When I was finished singing "10,000 Reasons" in creole, I asked her to sing to me.  She proceeded to sing a song in da da form that sounded a bit like the first two lines of "this is the day".  (This is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made...)  As she was singing, she would rock back and forth and hold tightly to my hands.  The same tune for an entire hour.  :)  She seemed to be in heaven.  We had a special connection.  I don't know her name, age or any piece of her story, but I know her song.

Today the hospital was planning to tear down that room.  I trust that they were all successfully moved to another part of the hospital, but one can never be sure.  Lord protect those frail bodies.  Grant them a healing that only you can give.  Restore their souls as my sweet singing girl restored mine.