That song has been playing in my head all day. You know the one that goes “break my heart for what breaks yours”? That’s the one. I hear the Hillsong chick singing it repeatedly in my brain.
My heart aches. It is genuinely broken. (I’m wiping tears away while writing this little post)
Broken for the children that are in the orphanage where we were in March. Broken for children in orphanages everywhere. Broken for birth families that cannot raise and support their children. Broken for the homeless men, women, and children here and around the world. Broken for poverty and injustice everywhere.
Broken because I cannot change the world with just a prayer.
But I can change the lives of a few. And I pray that we are able to do just that through our work as a Pfamily and through Harvest107.
He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God. – Micah 6:8
Added September 10, 2014:
I looked back at this post and realized that I was even shorter on words than I had thought! I want to expand on this, but I am not sure if I can adequately do so. Please forgive my feeble attempt.
I have this deep desire for children to grow up feeling loved, cared for, wanted. My heart literally aches for those who go to bed at night in an orphanage, or hungry, or alone, or … I could go on. It boils down to this: I am of the opinion that every single child in the world should grow up with people who love them, with food in their bellies, with healthcare and an education. I simply cannot imagine that God would want it any other way.
And really, I feel like this is just basic HUMAN right, not just for children. I cannot pass a homeless man or woman without at least saying a prayer for him/her and giving them a hand, or at least a smile. I have to catch my breath each time I see or hear of the devastations of poverty. And I cannot understand how a person can look in the eyes of another human being who is hurting, alone, hungry, impoverished and not care about that person, that soul.
God created them, just as He created us. They are loved, just as we are, by our Maker.
I simply cannot return to the life I once lived, a life where I did little to help relieve this great injustice in the world. I simply cannot let days pass where I make no difference in the lives of other human beings. I will not.
It took me far too long to get it. But I will not forget it.
“From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked.” Luke 12:48b