last night, i read this post over at a new-to-me blog written by a woman ministering to orphans in uganda. i went to bed sad and wondering what i could do about this sort of thing, my burden for the poor and hungry renewed. i looked at the picture frames on top of the dresser next to our bed and wanted to sell them. i thought about the christmas lists our families would be asking for and felt strange about sending requests for toys when we already have food, clothing, and a nice house. i fell asleep wanting to move to africa and do something.
sovereignly, as an act of His graciousness, God led me to this post this morning. just when i was wondering what in the world i was doing over here — why i was wearing a nice-looking dress and eating yogurt with berries and granola with a silver spoon when little babies across the world had worms in their diapers, no clothing to protect their skin, and no food for months.
i am still quite certain that as a believer in Jesus, i have a responsibility to do something for the orphans and the widows, and i intend to teach my children about the realities of the life outside of first-world countries. and i want to pray. but i also have a three widows living on my block, in affluent japan. they need Jesus so badly, i can see it in their eyes. they have no hope, for this world has offered them none.
i am exactly where i am supposed to be. and it’s a relief to remember such. and i am so thankful God’s allowed me to be a part of this mess.