Upon arriving home I busied myself with unpacking, laundering, stocking our fridge, catching up on work, paying bills... you know, those routine tasks that clamor for our daily attention. I hardly had time to digest, to process and to reconcile all the things that we have experienced on our trip.
But I'm fighting jet-lag, of course! So, in those quiet wee hours between midnight and dawn when sleep escapes me, I suddenly see images from our trip flash across my mind... and tears start to fall.
I realize that I've been changed.
God has changed me.
My heart is broken.
For the things that break His heart.
Where do I even begin to make sense of all these? I realize that it's been only six days... it will take some time, months or even longer, for me to fully reconcile things. But as I return to our comfortable home, to this comfortable place called North America... I am afraid that I will forget what I saw.
I don't want to forget...
I want to remember!
|Beautiful Rochelle, the LDP student we now sponsor, is able to attain a university degree|
because of the ministry of Compassion International.
|Sweet Florianlyn, our Compassion sponsor child --- has hope for a brighter future|
also because of the ministry of Compassion International.
|Justin... who sleeps outside hubby's nephew's store each night.|
|Yohan's house. We sponsor Yohan for education through CEC88 Foundation.|
|Aleya's house. We also sponsor Aleya through CEC88 Foundation.|
|The countless street children...|
|Clyde, whom we sponsor through CEC88 Foundation. The black dots on his table are flies!|
|This little boy is scooping rainwater from the curb to drink!|
|The old man who scavenges garbage for a living.|
|The many, many, many shanties... and the people who live in them.|
|The sidewalk rice cake "bibingka" vendor who can't make ends meet. Hubby paid her 3X the selling price of her rice cakes... she was thrilled yet I know it would take much more than that to make a difference in her and her family's circumstances.|
I recently heard a song called I Saw What I Saw by Sara Groves... I think it beautifully describes what my heart feels right now.
I saw what I saw and I can't forget it. I heard what I heard and I can't go back. I know what I know and I can't deny it. Something on the road cut me to the soul.
Your pain has changed me. Your dream inspires. Your face a memory. Your hope a fire. Your courage asks me what I'm afraid of and what I know of love.
I say what I say with no hesitation. I have what I have and I'm giving it up. I do what I do with deep conviction. Something on the road cut me to the soul.
Your courage asks me what I am afraid of. Your courage asks me what I am made of. And what I know of love. And... what I know of God.Here's a video so that you can have a listen to the song:
Please pause the playlist on the sidebar of this blog as you watch the video.
So... what do I know of God?
Well, He is good, always good. He is faithful. He is gracious. He is love. And, He is truly all that matters. Our family has experienced all these attributes of God during our three weeks in the Philippines.
Now that we are home, I rely even more on these God-attributes to get me through this new journey... of knowing, of being broken, of responding, of living! So that I do not forget.
By His grace, I will remember. I will respond... with even deeper conviction, with courage... because I know my God is all that He says He is!
Will you respond too... by giving hope, one child at a time?
Will you be the Jesus-difference?
Will you sponsor a Compassion child today?
I have seen with my own eyes... the ministry of Compassion International. Your sponsorship dollars really do make a difference... they really do get to the grassroots level! Your letters really do positively impact these children. The staff at Compassion really do consider their work as ministry.
The difference truly is Jesus!!!
Unwrapping more of His love in this world.
Act justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly with God!