I don’t think I will ever get used to this place. Get used
to seeing children go through trash to see if there is anything they can use
for toys. Seeing skinny malnourished women trying to feed their hungry child.
Mud and bamboo houses that are falling apart, next door to a cement house with
a gate. Ladies selling themselves on the street to men that claim they ‘own’
the girls, letting them know that’s their only identity. Skinny babies coming
to live in our children’s centre that have to deal with being rejected or their
parents dying at such a young age.
However I don’t want to. I don’t want to get used to
anything that is unjust! May God never let me get used to this.
I also don’t want to get used to the miracles I see each
day. Every time I walk into that baby or toddler house I look into the eyes of
a miracle. We have children that would not have been alive if it wasn’t for God
running around and teaching us about joy. When I am doing street ministry and I
bump into a lady who has thrown away her old way of life and has started
working for a sewing business that we set up just for them. They have a new way
of earning an income and a new way of life with Jesus! If God hadn’t have
stepped in who knows what would have happened.
I don’t want to ever take Him for granted. May I always be
in a place of thankfulness. May I always be in a place or worship. May I always
be in a place of hope. I lay down my life to stop for the one. To serve the
one.
