Or maybe there are no accidents. But I discovered Ann's blog about a month ago and have been enjoying it all along. I was not intending to have my heart all broken up this week.
Ann went with Compassion this week to Guatemala to visit the child that she's been sponsoring. She pushed through and photographed the homes she visited, the families she shared her heart with, the testimonies of the men whose lives have been changed by people. Little people here in the more affluent parts of the world who have offered a monthly gift to help out.
And all I can say is that I wasn't ready for this, to have my heart broken again with the reality of poverty, violence and hungry children in my eyes and mind. That somehow Ann made me a fly on the wall of her trip, all by mistake I'm sure. Or the providence of God, wanting to move my heart. How can it be that Ann's words have become mine? "How do I do this?"
How do I live so comfortably in a world so impoverished? How do I go about my own business? What can I do to make a difference in lives and souls impoverished? I am praying about what, what's to be done. How I can be used, just a mom teaching her boys at home?
And this week, how do I not let this get all twisted around, and take the joy out of this blessing God has given us, this new lovely home we'll move into Friday? How?
Sometimes all I know is this: God; He's not safe, but He's good. And He adores each of us.
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