Right now I feel a piercing in my heart. It's hard because I walk around the streets and see brokenness, poverty, orphans, widows, drunkards, and I really do want to hug each one. My heart really does hurt for each person that seems to have lost hope. I want to love them. But most times I feel like I can't do much. To think of all the people in the world. There is no way I can touch them all. Most times I say hi and walk on by without loving them well. I am not sure what to do. I guess I can pray. And the more that I pray for the Lord to break my heart for what breaks His the more that I feel it. To think that Jesus says to be like Him. But I am not Him! I don't love people the way that He does. But I feel it! It hurts. I am currently crying a river.
Tears wont stop.
I am thinking about my friend Grace in the Maasai Village. She is a single mother that wants to know and love God but is trapped because of her work as a bartender, which also leads to her doing other things. She needs to provide for her children and she can't loose her job so she doesnt want to give her life to God yet. She said she doesn't want to live double lives. She is loosing hope. Then there's my young friend Rachel, the only girl in Africa I have seen with a nose ring! We are twins =) She is a single mother. Natasha is about 2 1/2 years old. Quickly changing the subject of Natasha's daddy, she told me he was a bad man. She cares so well for her daughter on her own but I can tell she is hurt. I love her so much and see that God does and now that I am gone I feel even more piercing for her.
I knew traveling the world and living amongst the hopeless would change the way I see life and people, But it definitely hurts.
