I have seen thousands of kids on this journey, and only being half way done my heart breaks into pieces. Pieces that can’t fit back together, no puzzle is being made. I feel the murky water enter my lungs, splashing and radiating against my desires. The first set of waves crash the hardest, unbraced and unexpected, hitting you when your defenses are down.
As consistent as yeast, kids raise up in each country who make a impact. Changing what was into what is. The flood waters only cover up but don’t negate the fact that growth is happening under the waves. Like a rice plant, it’s necessary to be under water, fully submerged. Memories of each kid fuel the silent screams that ricochets against my soul. The waves can appear asleep, but still the mind restlessly craves normalcy. Desire for the murky water to transform into something more.
But please, because you love God, get off the throne of complacency and proclaim that enough is enough. Accept the waves and construction that it causes. Never deconstruct when it comes to lessons that you learn from trials and hard times.
Creep out of the cave of dependency and reap harvest from the Maker’s land. Proclaim and wear a sign that gives glory to God. Those trials will not drown you, rather will propel you into breath. Take each breath as its own. No need to race to a red light in life, so often we rush through and don’t endure though. Squeeze out every ounce of water you can, realizing that each wave can turn into a gnarly accession over looking your life as a whole. Recklessly abandon a trail that leads to nowhere. May it be something that you realize before your breath goes out.
All aboard the train that is powered by anything but you. You were created from dust, but God breathed life into you. Would you cash in your broken heart for these kids? And pursuing the vision that God has for each and every kid you will ever meet. A life that is obedient and alive. It’s at this very time that water becomes like oxygen, and paint gets it color. Seeing these kids and how they live takes on a new view point They are loved and taken care of by the God most high!
The Breier I knew before this journey is very different than the one we find today. I wanna show up to heaven empty handed. I mean it. Absolutely empty handed because they were busy giving high fives and teaching kids handshakes. Remembering the most important thing, it’s hard to hug a child with your hands full. Using my hands to teach, reach and preach to kids in every corner of the planet is living a life fully alive.
Stop searching and just arrive.
