For many months I’ve been praying for the Lord to open my eyes and see things as he sees them. I thank him for my overly sensitive heart and my ability to feel pain and happiness deep into the roots of my bones and every nook and cranny in my heart. I continue to pray that I won’t become desensitized to the brokenness of the world as I’m entering month 10.
The Lord showed me what breaks his heart this month. Children whose parents are too poor to buy food and they are starving to death, that’s what breaks his heart, that’s what broke my heart.
The Lord showed me teens going through school struggling with self worth contemplating suicide because they’d rather die than face the life they’re living on earth for one more minute, that’s what breaks his heart, that’s what broke mine.
I worked with Nueva Generacion teaching in schools value and life lessons alongside 5 other women on my squad. One day Luis translated for us that it was reported that someone in the class has made a cry for help stating they will commit suicide on Tuesday and if we had any words for them.
The Lord showed me, in a culture where family is valued and every generation lives together and dies together, elders living in a nursing home alone and only allowed to sit in the courtyard and wait for death, that’s what breaks His heart, that’s what broke mine.
I can’t change the world, I can’t change a country, but I can change one life. I can hold one baby and nurture it back to health. I can tell one teen that her life is worth it, that she’s worth it, that there may be pain in the night but joy comes in the morning with Jesus Christ. I can hold hands with an 83 year old women who sits and cries because she can’t remember where she is and what happened to her family.
I may be one person but it only took one person, Jesus Christ.
Thank you Lord for the life I live and the pain I feel in my heart, Thank you for opening my eyes.
