Mozambique is one of those places that can so easily take your tears. In my final thoughts about the country, I have a lot to sort through.
This month, I fell in love with a country that at first I had hated.
It's hot.
You can't stop sweating.
The spiritual darkness is so thick.
Sometimes it felt hard to breath.
But admist all the pain and all the heartbreak, God is so evident.
Leaving Mozambique was hard, because I felt like it wasn't any better than I left it. There seemed to be no difference. Every person there is broken and desolate, but how can one make a difference.
How can a young woman from North Carolina make any difference in the midst of thousands dying and suffering?
How can a person, so broken from her past, even make a small dent in the pain of a nation?
The thing is, I can't. I can't impact the nation as I had dreamed. But what I can do is stop for one.
Stop for a child only a few hours and love her like a mom should.
Stop for a widowed woman and pray for her, encourage her that God still loves her and calls her beautiful.
Stop for a young boy, and smile and play games with him. Share a memory with him.
I may not be able to take a bite out of the nation's pain, but I can stop for one.
And one is just as important as a nation.
Just stop for the one.
God, look for the one you have for me to pray for. Let me always at least impact the one. Let my tears always cry out for those who are dying and suffering. Let me always love on those who are need. Let me stop for the one.
Amen
