In the past two weeks my heart has fallen in love with a
little girl named Donzula. I don’t know
how the Lord set my team up to find her in a country full of orphans. I do know that the Lord has taken precise
measures to be certain that her story and mine are intricately woven together
in a way that maximizes His glory and reminds me that He is concerned with
every detail of my life- no matter how great or how small.
This precious girl has completely stolen my heart. I spent several days in tears before the
Lord, unable to understand why he would allow my heart to break so much for
this little girl and not allow me to take her home with me. I was like a kid begging her daddy for a
puppy. It hurt me to think that when I
left her that she might not be held and loved.
That she might not know safety… I was torn.
So desperately I wanted something to change, and not just my
prayers. I wanted to physically see the
needs of this little girl met. I wanted
to meet them. I wanted heaven to be torn
in the same way that my heart was- even more so. In order that the complete measure of the
fullness of Christ would be released over this girl and over this country.
I’m ready for my Christianity to become more than just noble
intentions and hopes of changing the world.
I want more than just a broken heart for the lost, the orphan, and the
widow. I’m understanding at a deeper
level what it means to hate evil. To
hate how sin has distorted this world and how things truly aren’t as they
should be. I desire so strongly to see
the Lord restore that which has been marred by the ugliness of sin.
Yesterday my heart found peace. Running up to Donzi’s house, my sweet little
girl came flying at me and wrapped her arms around my neck as I swung her into
my arms. She smiled shyly as she
whispered to me- ‘I love you so much!’ We
went back in forth in an ‘I love you so much!’ battle, and this time my tears
spilled over in joy.
She doesn’t speak much English. She doesn’t understand the prayers I pray
over her while we spin in the fields worshipping the Lord, until we can’t walk
straight. She won’t know how deeply my
heart longs to see her rise up and change this nation. She can’t understand how much her smile has
taught me or how much it means to me when she puts her head on my shoulder and
rests with me. I can’t understand how
much more the Father’s heart loves her and longs for her. My heart loves her so much!
One child. One
Savior. Only grace, changing everything.
