You know those people that are so excited, enthusiastic, or just passionate about something that they talk about it often to the point that we think we need to settle them down a little? Yes, I can think of many instances where I have zoned out or just wanted to tell someone that what they cared about isn't THAT big of a deal. I just started thinking, whats wrong with that? Have I forgotten what it's like to really care about something or someone. Is watching them be so bold or courageous something that I actually want? Hmmmmmm….
As I am in Honduras driving around the mountains seeing all the different people, villages, children, hurting people, starving, dogs with bones sticking out, I begin to think about what it is that I really absolutely care about that it burns on the inside? Then I got nothing. Weird. I am a passionate and compassionate person. What's wrong with me? Where is my heart?
In Acts 4:13 it is an example of how Peter and John, being a couple of the most bold and courageous men were praying and seeking even more courage and boldness to be passionate about what God has placed in their hearts to share with the world.
This month in Honduras we have gone to the prison where we were able to see men of all ages walking around, working with thread in their hands making pink baskets, hammocks and other things to sell, cooking, cleaning, and some in the area where church is held. As I looked at each one, almost everytime I smiled at them they gave me a glimpse of a smile and their eyes lit up. Not many come to visit them so they really respect those that do. We prayed for one man, who in the past, was on his death bed dying from cancer and every doctor in Honduras told him he wasn't going to make it, but 2 days after his final results-doctors found NOTHING. No symptoms. Completely healed. It was amazing to stand in the presence of this man and able to pray over him. I shook hands and said hi to almost everyone I came near to. Watching their reactions made me love them. Is this something that has caught my heart?
One evening all of our teammates were dropped off at different houses to go to bible studies. Even if they expected us to show up or not, we were coming. As Shayna, one of my teammates got dropped off first, she opened the truck door, it's raining cats and dogs, she doesn't speak any spanish, and the family doesn't know she is coming. Her last words, "pray for me!" I was the second to get dropped off at another house. I knew the little girl from dancing with her at church. She hugged me until I was sore. She showed me around her house where they only have dirt/cement floors, their kitchen doesn't look like a place I would want to store food, bedrooms with only a couple beds and have to share with 5 people, they don't have doors, bathrooms don't have lights and you need to pour water from a bucket into it to flush. Is this something that caught my heart?
We went to the hospital the other day where we saw a baby girl in a cage with wounds overtaking her body from almost burning to death from scorching hot milk spilling all over her. An old man with ulcers on his leg, ready to amputate, with being abandoned with no family or friends. He smells like urine laying in his bed because he can't always make it to the bathroom. He can't see us very well at all. As we ask to pray for him He has a huge smile on his face, sits up with his hands open, eyes shut and says "si, oraciones a mi Dios es lo mas importante." (Yes, prayers to my God are the most important) Is this something that caught my heart?
There are so many things that we have done/seen over the past 2 months and things have definitely touched my heart but I am praying for God to make me more courageous and passionate and to break my heart for what breaks His.
