The other night, I could NOT fall asleep. At all.
And when I finally headed to bed, I lay in bed crying my eyes out.
Because of this post.
And this post.
Also, this one. Mixed with some tears of joy.
And because of these beautiful, haunting pictures from my wonderful friend’s recent mission trip to Guatemala.
I could NOT. STOP. CRYING.
Add to that this beautiful post this week about being sent forth to “be a bridge” and God is breaking my heart.
Making me want to DO SOMETHING.
Stretch, get uncomfortable.
See what He sees.
Love like He loves.
This is how my heart feels.
Do you know how my mind feels?
When I had the money, time, freedom to have these experiences, I thought it was a lovely idea, but my heart was not truly open to it.
And now, as a stay-at-home mom to two young boys, as the wife of a med student, those ideal conditions are not a reality anymore.
But my heart has been flung WIDE OPEN. Convenient or not.
So I’m taking this frustration and this newfound broken heart to Him, knowing that He sees my heart and has a plan.
And trusting He will do SOMETHING through this willing soul.
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. ~James 1:27
An incredible group of bloggers will be heading to Guatemala with Compassion International this September – won’t you follow their journey with me?