“Break my heart for what breaks yours.”
And she ended up in Africa. She has an amazing story to tell, and I
encourage you to read it.
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| One of Katie's kids, nursed back to health. read more here |
It is not a calm story, or a safe story, or a tame story.
It is a story of the love of Christ poured out on to others in Uganda. It is a story of being unsettled and
uprooted. It is a story of love.
Love is not stable. it is not calm and placid. It
is not predictable. Love suffers, love upsets the normal order of things.
Love is passion--love is dancing with those who dance, and aching with those
who ache. Love gets hurt. Love gets wounded.
Love is vulnerable.
Love often looks like weakness.
Yet it is so much more dynamic and beautiful and alive than
a life of soma, a life of worldly, selfish happiness.
Jesus, break my heart for what breaks yours.
Jesus, can I do something? I know I can't fix it all, but can you use me to help, even just a little?
I thought about my vocation, and how there seems to be nothing left over of me for anything outside this house. How can a person with nothing left give something?
Then, I thought about our home, and how well we are provided for by my husband and those who love us. Then, I thought about my hobby- the writing I do in this place, and I thought about my husband who encourages me to write, yet refuses to kill the joy of it by pressuring me to turn this hobby into a career.
Words. I can give my words.
I can donate the profits from my new book.
And like a little girl asking her dad for permission to buy a puppy, I asked my husband what he thought of that idea. He thought it was wonderful.
I get to give.
It may not be much, but it is something.
(I chose Project 24 in Kenya. Click here to find out why)
Maybe I can help just one.
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| Photo from childrenwithnoone.org |
Perhaps you'd like to join me?
Read more about Project 24 here.
