Because of an inexpressibly constant and powerful tug on my
heart. Because my father loves me perfectly. Because he paid the ultimate sacrifice
to show the depth of his heart and redeem me—the chief of sinners. I am here
because of His provision and timing. He works and wills for his pleasure. Out
of His abundant love he uses his chosen to reveal Christ.
I have joy. I have joy in the midst of a foreign culture and
language because it reminds me that this world is not my home. I have joy in
the meal times of different food because Christ is the bread of life. I have
joy when the children run with laughter and awe toward me because I am being
like Jesus, letting the little children come to him. I have joy when I am
confronted by my white skin—the stares of the community, the fear of a little
child, hundreds of fingers running through my hair—because in a small tangible
way I am being used to unite the body of Christ which has no racial or cultural
barriers. I have joy in the midst of sorrow—of having a beautiful 10 year old
girl as my personal face of the HIV/AIDS epidemic because it forces me to fall
on my face in prayer to my Savior, and reminds me He is our hope, healer, and
sustainer.
I have hope. I have hope in my Savior who provides. I have
hope when I am privileged to hear the
dreams of the children here. I have hope for this country of hospitable,
welcoming, and curious people. I have hope because HE is sovereign. He is my
hope , joy, comfort, and peace. He has chosen this season to reveal more of
Himself, His love, His body, and His world to me.
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