Saturday was the first day in India when my heart broke. I
think I have become accustom to the brokenness of third world countries. Though
it pains me to see the poverty, brokenness and dirtiness of the land and it’s
people I understand how this is life for them.
It was while at a celebration for a school anniversary on
Saturday when I truly felt the pull on my heartstrings. It is a pull I’ve felt
before, the one where Jesus is filling me with His love for His people, making
me truly see the beauty in those around me. During the program the children of
the school stood to sing us a song. The lyrics went something like this…
“Lead me; lead me day by day. Guide me; guide me in your
ways. Please forever hold me; hold me in the hollow of your hands”
As they sang this with their hands cupped before them as if
they were begging for something anything the tears began to well up in my eyes.
I knew at that moment that even in my brokenness, doubt and frustration that I
had a purpose here in India. I was reminded of the gift of love; the love I am
able to give as well as receive. In that
moment as I closed my eyes and silently prayed that Jesus would forever hold
these children in the hollow of his hand, I was reminded of the greatness of
the God who created and loves us. I continue to hear that song on repeat in my
head and some mornings I find myself singing it, praying that Jesus would not
only bless me during my time in India but also use me to share his love for His
people. That he would lead me day by day and guide me in His ways
I continue to pray for more moments for my heart to be
broken, to break for what breaks the heart of God. To be able to see His people
the way he sees them and to love them as they deserved to be loved as children
of God. I pray to see the beauty in this place I am learning to call my home
for the next 7 weeks.
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