hahaha, been awhile since I said I would tell y'all what the new dream was. Well, is.
You know, the craziest thing about dreaming with God is that He gives one these insanely crazy dreams. Dreams that only He has a hand in fulfilling because if He was not in it there would be no way for the dream to come to pass. Okay, that was extremely redundant.
Here is the thing though. I work with a missions organization. We are all around the world. We disciple and train those who come in- some stay, others go off to university, others go to work in the great big world. But all are left with the fingerprint of God upon their lives. All leave with the memory of some little boy or girl they fell in love with somewhere over the ocean. They leave with their heart pleading with God to still be there for the little one. For all they came in connect with.
I am one of the ones who stayed. And from the sounds of God's heart for me, I will be here awhile. (Maybe not Madison, but in missions.) My heart has been broken. However, I do not have just one memory of one of those children. I do not have just one little boy tugging at my heart strings. His face flooding my mind at random times of the day or sporadicly in dreams. I do not have one little girl that I cry myself to sleep over. No, there are many. And, honestly, I feel that is how God wanted it. I feel as if His hand was holding mine each time I had to leave and tried to hold the tears back and fit into the "save face" cultures.
Sorry, this is a bunch of random ramblings.
Each country I have been to, I have seen terrible injustices. I have seen men and women fight for food, with eyes of hopelessness and despair. I have seen women do such intense manual labor that we could not help but wonder if they were doing this of their own freewill. I have seen children scrounge the streets for a bite to eat. I have seen them pickpocket right in front of me. I have seen the children spot police, drop everything, and run. I have seen young girls trying to care for their baby brother or sister- not able to take a break to play because they cannot leave the little ones. I have seen all of this. It broke my heart. I hope it always breaks my heart. I hope my heart never hardens to this injustice.
My newest dream is to see the children of the world restored.
It will be hard. The path will be long. My heart may grow faint and weary at times, but more than anything I want to see children be children.
I want to work prevention for sex trafficking- for all trafficking. What does this look like? I am not sure, but I am leaning on Jesus. I am letting Him tell me, Him lead me to the truths.
Sorry for all the ramblings. And the lack of an update for so long.
You know, the craziest thing about dreaming with God is that He gives one these insanely crazy dreams. Dreams that only He has a hand in fulfilling because if He was not in it there would be no way for the dream to come to pass. Okay, that was extremely redundant.
Here is the thing though. I work with a missions organization. We are all around the world. We disciple and train those who come in- some stay, others go off to university, others go to work in the great big world. But all are left with the fingerprint of God upon their lives. All leave with the memory of some little boy or girl they fell in love with somewhere over the ocean. They leave with their heart pleading with God to still be there for the little one. For all they came in connect with.
I am one of the ones who stayed. And from the sounds of God's heart for me, I will be here awhile. (Maybe not Madison, but in missions.) My heart has been broken. However, I do not have just one memory of one of those children. I do not have just one little boy tugging at my heart strings. His face flooding my mind at random times of the day or sporadicly in dreams. I do not have one little girl that I cry myself to sleep over. No, there are many. And, honestly, I feel that is how God wanted it. I feel as if His hand was holding mine each time I had to leave and tried to hold the tears back and fit into the "save face" cultures.
Sorry, this is a bunch of random ramblings.
Each country I have been to, I have seen terrible injustices. I have seen men and women fight for food, with eyes of hopelessness and despair. I have seen women do such intense manual labor that we could not help but wonder if they were doing this of their own freewill. I have seen children scrounge the streets for a bite to eat. I have seen them pickpocket right in front of me. I have seen the children spot police, drop everything, and run. I have seen young girls trying to care for their baby brother or sister- not able to take a break to play because they cannot leave the little ones. I have seen all of this. It broke my heart. I hope it always breaks my heart. I hope my heart never hardens to this injustice.
My newest dream is to see the children of the world restored.
It will be hard. The path will be long. My heart may grow faint and weary at times, but more than anything I want to see children be children.
I want to work prevention for sex trafficking- for all trafficking. What does this look like? I am not sure, but I am leaning on Jesus. I am letting Him tell me, Him lead me to the truths.
Sorry for all the ramblings. And the lack of an update for so long.
