Monday, October 4, 2010
Yes, we are home.
We have been home for 5 days and each day I have thought about writing about our experience in Ethiopia and each day I end up with no words to descibe the emotions we are still feeling.
Those of you on F*cebook have seen some of the pictures. They tell more than I could ever write. God has already used some of those photos to draw people in and start to break for Africa in a beautiful way. And yet, each child has a story and a name and I know that God wants me to share those someday too.
Someday in the future.
Today, everything is still raw and we are slowly attempting to get back into the reality of life, but of course are finding it somewhat impossible.
A few days before we left Ethiopia, I was sick and had to stay back while everyone else was out for the day. While there was pretty much no internet connection the whole time we were there, the Lord led me to write out a little of what I was feeling that day. I am choosing to include it here for you to catch a glimpse into our time in Africa. There are SO many stories and hundreds of pictures, but for today this is what I keep coming back to...
Monday, September 27, 2010
Today I am sitting here alone in the guesthouse while the rest of the team is off ministering at Trees of Glory and Kind Hearts school. It was certainly not in my plans to be sick and need to sleep most of the day, but I guess God had different plans. I have been able to rest a lot, read, and reflect on the past 8 days.
I am still not able to put into words what I am feeling right now, but I know one thing for certain- this trip has changed my life. I am no longer the same person I was when I got onto the airplane. Nothing can come close to this trip to Ethiopia. I once thought I knew about orphans and vulnerable children. You know all 147 million of them- how I was somehow going to take a statistic and change the world with it. I thought maybe if I read enough books, memorized enough scripture, went to enough conferences, watched enough videos, adopted enough children… that somehow it would make me an expert advocate for the orphans of the world.
It took a trip to the other side of the world for the Lord to show me that it wasn’t enough for me to simply read about His heart for the orphan, but that He wanted me to see for myself. And oh how He has opened my eyes and truly broken my heart. Being here in Ethiopia has transformed the way I think about a lot of things, one of those things being how I am living my life.
If I am truly going to choose to remember each of the precious children I have met, it is not possible to live the same way ever again. How could it be?
May I never forget their faces.
May I never forget their stories.
May I never forget their names…
Kebrom, Zelalem, Meheret, Nadi, Samuel, Johannes, Temsgan, Hanna, Betty, Henok, Lemlem, and so many more- YOU have changed me.
Thank you for opening my eyes and my heart to what God sees. My heart and my life are broken forever. May you always know how much you are loved, by me and the others and most importantly by the Father who sees and hears you.