You stand in the doorway
Your soul, hanging in the balance
Will you walk through, into the garden of grace
or turn inside and hide your face
Jesus calls to you
Your house is still and quiet
But I see on your face – you want more
You want freedom
You crave safety
Walk through the doorway, Wilbur
Into His eternal grace
This poem is inspired by a man we talked with a few days ago. His wife is a believer, but he is not. He knows God, but is not willing to accept Christ right now. He has struggles, he says, preventing him from taking that step of faith. I do not know what these struggles are, but my heart aches for this man.
He only has to reach out and take the freedom he is being handed, but he is believing the lies of the enemy right now. I ask that you pray for him, along with his family and all those we reach out to.
There’s so much knowledge of God here, but there’s only a fraction who know freedom through Christ Jesus.
There is also a woman who’s name I cannot remember right now, but she suffers from epilepsy. You can see the pain in her eyes of not only her physical suffering, but her spiritual turmoil as well. She also knows about God, but at this time, has not yet accepted His love as sufficient.
We’ve prayed with her a few times, and my heart breaks as we finish praying to see the tears rolling down her cheek.
She showed up to a bible study we had just yesterday. My heart jumped and I hugged her as soon as I could. I couldn’t help but notice her eyes didn’t seem as empty as last time.
It’s amazing to me, that although I cannot speak their language, my heart is just full of heartache and love for them. I want so badly to hear they’ve accepted Christ. But the truth of the matter is, I may not get to hear it while I’m here. Despite this, we will keep planting, watering, and harvesting for the Kingdom. It’s His work, not ours.
Please join me in praying for these two beautiful souls, as well as the rest of the people of Nicaragua. There is such a hunger for Truth and Life here.
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This poem is inspired by the Nicaraguans. The streets are littered with trash, and many times you will see multiple piles of trash and leaves being burned because there is nowhere else to dispose of waste, causing the air to be filled with smoke. There is such poverty here. Addictions. Darkness…but there is also love. And joy. And I pray also for Peace.
Above The Smoke
You live under the smoke
Where fear thrives and hope chokes
I can see through your eyes
You believe nothing more than a broken life
Your heart cries for relief
But you’re daily reminded of your own grief
I challenge you, sons and daughters
Break the chains and do not falter
Spread your wings tonight
And rise above the smoke
Pick up your sword and fight
Bring the lies into the light
You were made for more than living and dying
Hear your children crying
As they suffocate
And their spirit breaks
Let love reign again
And rise above the smoke
Your eyes burn
Your soul years
Open your heart
So the change may start
Resist the enemy and flee
Come, and be free
Let Grace in
And rise above the smoke
