To the child covered in saliva and vomit and feces. You are precious in His sight, you are clean, you are perfect.
To the one without fingers or toes. Papa loves you.
To the one who can’t move on your own. You are His Delight.
To the little ones with open sores on your body from too much inactivity. To the ones with atrophy of brain cells and muscle cells due to forced idleness. He wants to run and dance and jump and sing for joy with you!
To the children afflicted by disease and infection and neurological issues. Deliverance is on His way, soon and very soon. Your Healer is coming to restore all things.
To the child who has been abandoned, left at the gate. Daddy is running from His porch to get you!
To the one whom the nation views as untouchable, defiled, cursed. The LORD longs to touch your cheek. You are pure. You are His and by virtue of His ownership, no curse remains on you.
To the ones who are forgotten, who slave to keep the kids living. Daddy sees and knows your struggle. He loves your work. Come and follow Him, nothing else. Do your work to His Name.
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I hear the voice of the Lord. He speaks life, not death.
This is why He brought me here. To this smelly, disgusting, dirty, broken, confused, lost, and idolatrous state.
For them.
The least of these.
How true is that phrase right now? These kids have somehow fallen even lower than the lowest caste. They are forgotten and forsaken. They are rejected and pushed aside.
Yet the Father longs to hold them. He longs to kiss them. He longs to bring them into the fold. To draw them into His arms.
I am the vessel. He is pouring into me so that I can pour out onto them. I hold them, I kiss them, I preach, I speak life, I pray, I love.
I know that out of the mouths of babes and infants He has ordained praise. I know that they are precious in His sight. I know that the Father has a huge heart for the helpless, the least of these, those the world rejects. Dad runs to those! The rejects.
He loves them. And I shine that love onto them. The Spirit enables my spirit to die so that I can hold the helpless, love the physically and mentally afflicted, care for the hopeless, feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty.
The LORD (YAHWEH) bless you and keep you;
The LORD (YAHWEH) make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you;
The LORD (YAHWEH) lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. -Numbers 6:24-26
The LORD is blessing those kids by His presence. He brought me here to impart more of His presence, to shift the atmosphere.
The LORD is gracious to the country. Judgement awaits those who care not for the little ones. I don’t even know what awaits those who curse and hurt them. Yes our God is a God of mercy and love, He also is a God of justice and wrath.
The LORD is lifting His face toward this nation. We are carriers of His presence, He has deposited His Spirit inside! We reflect the glory of God. His face is shining on this nation and all those around are either being wooed deeper into intimacy with Him or are running further away. But I know that healings are happening through our hands. God is not far from these people.
I am a seed planter. I pray that what I throw, that they take root. God is good. He is working even in the muck and pain, in the ugliness and restoration. God moves. I have no idea what effect my being here has. I have no clue as to how God is rippling through this nation because of His plan through me here. But I don’t worry. I don’t freak out. I don’t care for those things right now.
I choose to worship. I seek His face. I am content in His presence.
More Papa. Please. Give me more of Your presence. I live off of the Living Water. Don’t hold back. And don’t let me hold back from You. Come to me. I want to feel your breathing. I rest in Your arms. I break for this nation. Impart Your presence to me so that I can impart Your presence with each step.
