Jesus, my heart is breaking.
You’re chipping me away piece by piece. As you continue to carve, I’m left confused and sad, but reminded that You’re the ultimate artist with a finished product that’s always worth the process.
My heart breaks for the kids and families at the feedings, who come running and shoving in line with plastic containers to get their fill of nutrition once a week.
Jesus I’m hurting but left thankful.
My heart breaks for the elderly in these impoverished communities. Specifically women like Mrs. Lourdes who has a wound on her leg that needs special care and medicine. But Jesus the only thing I can offer her is your prayer for healing and she doesn’t understand your power.
My heart breaks for the people in the Philippines who claim they’re “Christians” but don’t feel worthy of prayer. My heart breaks because the rejection I feel when I speak your name doesn’t even scratch the surface of the pain you feel when we don’t choose you.
Jesus, I just want them to be in love with you.
My heart breaks for Mrs. Victorian, the 82- year old woman, who’s been bed ridden for 12 years, brain dead and barely breathing. As I held her hand, praying for peace and comfort, I just wished you’d take her home to you. My heart broke as I tried to pull my hand away and she clutched tighter, knowing I couldn’t do anything but have faith that she felt your presence, Jesus.
Jesus I love you.
My heart breaks for mothers like Mrs. Ellen, who dreams of the day she’ll make it to America. Who dreams for her kids to go to college, but can’t afford to send them. My heart broke when I had to tell her I have a college degree and chose to not work for a year. My heart broke when she said, “she works so she can feed her family and if they don’t have food, they still smile.”
My heart breaks for the mothers of the tiny babies we get to play with and feed. My heart breaks that they are missing out on their little smiles, laughs and tantrums. My heart breaks for those babies, who may never know a mommy and daddy’s love.
Jesus this is just a glimpse of how you feel about the least of these.
Jesus, keep breaking my heart for your people.
Mathew 9:35-37 “And Jesus went throughout all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and proclaiming the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every affliction. When he saw the crowds, he had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few, therefore pray earnestly to the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.”
I trust you. How much more compassion do You have for your people, than I ever will. Thank you for sharing this with me. Thank you for entrusting me as a laborer for your harvest.
Love,
– Katie B
To the reader taking the time to read this- Pray for the lost, broken, injured and hurting people of the Philippines. Pray for my squad as we encounter these people with the love of Jesus. Pray that we will be bold. Pray that we will continue to seek God’s heart for his harvest. Pray that we will keep our eyes on Jesus and never lose hope in times of despair. Thank you
