the unrest inside…..

I feel stuck.
My heart feels in anguish so much of the time

I want to run to them…..shout for them…YES, go get them.

I feel paralyzed, gripped with a disturbance and unrest.
Smothered daily with an ache to do more.

Why, because our hearts are not fully here, we left our hearts somewhere else.

Sometimes I draw within myself and just brainstorm possibilities of doing more.

Sometimes I draw within myself and cry tears at what we are “unable” to do…

Sometimes I get so mad at how easy it is to get comfortable with this life.

Sometimes I shout to myself to do more!!!
Sometimes I shout  to others to do more.

I can’t help it.
WE CAN NOT HELP IT.
 We just will never be the same.  The “forgotten ones” haunts us. We refuse to forget them.

I look in my daughters’ eyes, and I am filled with such thankfulness that we get to be their family. That God softened our hearts which were way too satisfied with “status quo.”

I think of Gianna’s friends, those left behind and I am engulfed with unrest. Actually tortured with disturbance.

THERE ARE SO MANY WHO WAIT.

I am wrecked. We are all wrecked.

You just don’t look into these eyes and go home a normal person doing normal things…at least not with a normal mindset.
No, you are pretty much …..

RUINED for His little ones.

Ruined for  for life here in white picket-fenced, American-dreamed up suburbia..

Yes, you do life, but you do  it with unrest, with deep disturbance…and yes, with guilt at times.

You feel deep joy for the blessings you have, but you do so with a torn heart.

You function, but you function with a complete disgust of the temporal comforts and ambitions of the here and now, and you fight to  fixate on whats eternal, you long for the “least of these”

…you just ache to go TO THEM. Hold them tight. Make them giggle from deep in their bellies.

 Sometimes I want to shout this message:

go. Go. GO. GO!!!

I dare you to GO.

Hold them. Rock them. cry for them. Watch them smile when you smile.

And just try to come home and be normal and at peace. I can’t. My husband can’t. My kids can’t.

But, it is OK. We never ever ever want to be normal again. We never want to be numb or indifferent again.

So, we beg people to go and serve….get dirty, get loved on, sponsor, foster, Yes, GIVE YOUR MONEY for those that will go,  ADOPT….bring a child home!!

Because when you go, and hold these tiny, precious arms around you…..

and look into these soulful eyes.

You come home changed, haunted…  disturbed to do and act.

You are changed and affected and suddenly life as you know it means less, until you start to do more.
Everything else that was once so important just starts to pale.

Your goals change. Your focus changes. Your prayer life changes. YOU ARE WRECKED.

All those reasons you used to talk yourself out of doing MORE, are now WORTHLESS….Meaningless. They are petty.

Yet,  you become blessed beyond measure with a joy of knowing that THEY NEED YOU and YOU can  make a difference, no matter HOW old you are!

We are HIS HANDS AND FEET!

                                      

You suddenly feel accountable to NOT BE QUIET.

I want to scream when I hear of a child not able to get life-saving heart surgery because they weren’t sponsored, or the sweet child who just aged out and who’s future is now so bleak, or the child who just sits in their crib all day with no stimulation waiting, holding on for hope. The children who get passed over each day.

I don’t know what the answer is.

The answer is different for every person. But, we are all THE BODY OF CHRIST, we all have an ability to change the world, to do OUR part.

We need to fight for those without a voice.

 To Keep finding ways to do something.  To NOT be quiet.

Challenge yourself to do something MORE.

What is HE challenging you to do…or should I say “calling” you to do?

what comforts is HE calling you to abandon? A humbling question that I know I fail at often.

                           

We want to BE willing to be WRECKED for them every day, and do for them…”the least of these.”

We are the church.
RISE up church!!

Get out of those fancy refurbished pews, on the new plush carpet, and let’s DO and ACT for the “least of these” together….let’s not just do once, but let’s KEEP doing….keep doing more.

Keep preaching their CAUSE, keep seeking HIS heart for them.

OH, to think what we could do as the body of Christ.

THESE are the ones who the Kingdom of God belongs to.

Those who are called “great” in HIS KINGDOM…

HIS Kings and Queens.

We want to Crave their comforts more than our own.

WE want to do more.

 Use us Jesus…wake us up when we fall asleep and begin to grow too comfortable in this temporal world.

please feel free to email me if you need ideas on how to help. We can brainstorm and pray together!
 You can start HERE….for how to sponsor these precious little ones.

Also, PLEASE choose a precious orphan to start praying for, you can start here! or for more children see here!

and to learn more about how to foster or adopt, start here!

Now….GO BE BLESSED!