We just got back from a trip to the market and to a coffee shop which was such a wonderful little place. On the way there, we saw a little child about Caleb's age sitting on the side of the road. People were passing him and not looking at him- as though he didn't exist. Shay, who had passed earlier this morning to go to the bank, said he was there earlier. On the way back from the market he was still there. Forgotten, alone, probably hungry and scared. And God shook me to my core. I could barely make it back to my room Before crying and falling on my knees. He shook me and reminded me of my purpose. To not forget: to pray for these children who don't have a mother to pray for them. HE has not forgotten this child. This ride was not just to go to the market; it was to show us the faces of a people who need him, who are going about there day with no idea of what it's like to know him, a people who have become so used to seeing children on side of the road that they walk past them. I don't think these people are bad for not seeing this child. We too have so much in the states that we don't SEE. Things we have become calloused to. What I pray is that god would move on the people of Uganda to have a heart for him and his children. To feel how much he loves them. I wanted so bad to stop and pick him up and bring him to the orphanage but we couldn't. This is our purpose friends. This is why refuge exists. This is what god has put in our life: to make a difference. To prevent children from living and begging on side of the road. It may not seem like much but friends when you see a child like this little one on the street you realize the difference we can make. You are a part of saving a child's life. A little life that has been forgotten for so long. Through you, they are KNOWN. They are loved.
Lord, use me. A prayer I've prayed a million times. But lately I've been doing some soul searching, or rather God has been telling me about myself. (Don't you love when he does that.) I've always wanted to be used by God greatly. I've said that I've surrendered all, sang the song a million times, and just turn around to pick up all the junk I've laid on the alter for the 15th time that month and try to figure out this "surrendered" life I'm supposed to lead. I've tried to map out how he can use me, where he can use me, and what he will have me doing. Well let me just tell you folks, my head has been stuck in the sand for many years. Now don't get me wrong, I've always wanted what God wanted for me and although I've put up a fight for a few things, I usually give in, hang my head like a little girl, and say "You were right all along and I should have listened the first time." Why do us girls always try to figu...
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