Break my heart for what breaks Yours
How many times have I sung these lyrics? Probably over a hundred to be honest.
How many injustices have I looked in the face, and walked right past? Far over a hundred.
Unbroken, I have driven by the homeless, I have shaken hands with the alcoholic, I have prayed with the widowed.
I know that some times I have not always had the eyes of Jesus… I have not always seen the world with His eyes and His heart, but overall, I like to think that my heart hurts for the things that are not of God… my heart hurts for people who are just struggling in their current circumstance, hopeless, lonely, etc. I liked to think that, and five days ago, I would have been confident in saying that… but then I got to Africa.
God has been breaking my heart in a REAL way while here. He is has been revealing His heart to me more and more with each day and as I seek Him and find Him, the burdens of my heart begin lining up with His more.
God is rekindling a fire within me, a passion and I refuse to stand by and just watch anymore, whether it be in Africa or at home. I refuse to grow apathetic, or to EVER stop fighting.
I don’t have a whole lot to say except that God is here and He is moving mountains not only in Africa but in me alone.
Continue praying for my team and I.
Hugs from Africa!
