A Choice
Being given fruit and maize as a gift of appreciation for visiting a mother who can barely afford supporting 9 children– humbling.
Praying over a dying 26-year-old mother of 2 in the later stages of AIDS and no money for any treatment–heartbreaking.
The smiles, the hugs, and the laughs from people who are in even the most dire situations–hopeful.
The days are flying by here, but each evening, by the time the stunning sunset shines through our windows…I am faced with a choice. I can choose to feel overwhelmed with anger, heartache, and bitterness at what I see each day in Swazi. Or I can choose to hold true to the fact that God is still good. Always. I can choose to say that..even if I can’t be the super hero and save all of Swazi, God has given me the opportunity to share his love with even a few the next 40 days. Most of all I can choose that THIS generation, THESE children will break the mold. and will break the silence. I can choose hope.
Some of my favorite David Crowder lyrics say this…” And all the love in the world, is right here among us…and hatred too…so we must CHOOSE what our hands will do.”
What will your choice be today? I want to choose to serve. I want to choose to PRAY. And I want to choose to be a dreamer because God is a big God who can do anything and everything which includes saving a dying country. Will you join me? 🙂
I hope all is well! I love each of you SO much!
-Kati
