I have been struggling to write this blog for the past week, and honestly, I've been putting it off. These past 8 days have been bitter-sweet in a sense. I am learning to hear from God in new ways, unexpected ways. I am being broken, stretched, and molded more into who He created me to be. It has been rough and at times I have wanted to give up and go home. I can't say that thought has completely left my mind yet. But all it takes is one look from a child. One look from a little girl in her pink and green school uniform, one look from the most helpless ones here, the babies, one look from a boy covered in dirt holding trash as his only toy. My heart breaks for the children here. I knew life would be different for them, but you will never fully know the extent to what they are missing out on until you see it for yourself. Nothing can do this place justice. Nothing can quite grasp the true sense of poverty here. And at the same time nothing can capture the natural beauty.
I have fallen in love with the kids here. They have completely stolen my heart. I wish you all were able to see the innocence of these children…. Living in huts with no lights or electricity, raising their sibilings, taking themselves to the doctor, cooking dinner for their family, being forced to grow up so fast. I admire these 12 and 13 year olds that are forced to take on more resposibility than I have ever had to, and they do with with the attitude of Christ. Not once have I heard anyone complain about any of their duties. Not the children, the adults, no one. It really makes me think about how I live life at home.
God has been stiring in my spirit since I left home, wanting to break down even more walls and grow something amazing inside of me. Now I can honestly say that God loves ME! He has blessed ME immensely since choosing me to be apart of this life changing experience. I am more than His servant, more than His friend… I am a daughter of the Most High! His beloved. Set apart from the world to do great things in His name!
