He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted

This verse if you do not already know is from Isaiah 61. Isaiah 61 comes up a lot when you are on a mission trip, the whole passage is so powerful I have prayed, seen and lived the things out from this book. I know He has called me out from my life in America, I know He has anointed me, and that His spirit is upon me. 

Back in Malaysia, 7 months ago a team mate of mine told me that “you have been sent to bind up the brokenhearted…” This was the same week that my Mim said in all of her emails “bind up the brokenhearted baby girl…” then it also came up in worship one night as I was doing some art. 

I obviously thought it meant something, but I was not really sure what it had to do with. What does binding up the brokenhearted look like? What does that mean? I don’t even speak the language of any of these countries we are in, what is it going to look like?

Flash forward to India. We went to a house visit or dedication or something, I don’t remember. Anyways, this little old woman just came up to me, not speaking a word of English and grabbed me, pulled me in and gave me the biggest embrace. She started talking to me, and I just smiled back at her with words that she could not understand anymore than the ones she spoke to me. Now, this was not a big deal, until a few days into India I realized the lack of embrace and affection India shows. 

Next up a week or so later we are at a church where a woman comes up and shares her testimony about her son that was killed for Jesus. She just starts weeping and I go over to her and she hugs me with out letting go and cried and cried. Again the words I was using to comfort her were not understood, but peace was coming. 

A few days after that we were in a village and we were in a house praying when all of a sudden I head wallowing from outside. I remember going out and finding a woman weeping on the side o the road. I gave her a hug and started praying for her, to come and find out that her husband died a few years back. Why was she crying about this now? 

Those are just a few to name.

Now to be in Romania where at church I find old Roma ladies come up to me give me kisses and hold my hands and start talking to me. Again, I don’t know what they are saying but none of that matters. 

What matters is that someone is there to listen. God never said anything about healing comes from understanding or loving has to be in the same language. A boy in Cambodia told our team “love is spelled T-I-M-E.” 

So many times on this race I feel like I am doing nothing of importance or value. Even when God brought all to this to my mind I still see it as “not a big deal. So what if i give old ladies hugs when they are upset or pray for them, that’s not really that important”

But it is. 

Psalm 56:8 says that the LORD bottles all of our tears. 

If I am a servant of His, and I am to be the hands and feet, then maybe it is my job to help collect some of those tears…