I had my heart set to what I was going to blog about today, the joy that I found in Christ, and the pull of God speaking to me..but then yesterday happened.
Ive been praying a lot about how I would share with you about yesterday.
Just a few minutes ago, on my knees, praying for God to give me the words, where I fail to even best describe what I saw.
As my husband and I drove away from one home, we were touched by the openness of the people.
The husband and wife so welcoming in their home.
The husband had been out working in the yard, and just earlier that day, had had his last round of chemo for the week.
And just the day before, was told, another spot of cancer had shown up on his back.
His body, literally, was covered in cancer...continually growing to another spot and another.
He couldnt have been older then my mother, still young, still a life to live.
His youngest son, 15.
But his disposition was nothing but cheerful and positive.
He felt that whatever God deemed to happen in his life, let it be.
Until then, he would live life to the most and not let the cancer beat him to the bed in depression.
We spent a good deal of time with them, talking about life,the health books,cancer, then Jesus.
After we prayed, I couldnt help but reach over and hug this brave man, my heart full of compassion for him.
I knew that this would probably be our last meeting until Heaven someday.
Then we met another woman, desperate for truth and Jesus.
Desperate for love in her life.
As we pulled into the huge trailer park, full of dilapidated homes, my heart started aching as I watched the children standing outside in such in environment.
I spent three weeks in Cuba and for years I kept thinking about how poor they were, not realizing the poverty we are in here in the United States...right outside my back door.
No words can really describe the homes we have been in, but this one was probably the worst one.
The couches were falling apart, a floor fan taped to the screen door, no air conditioning in sight.
Two little girls, 6 and 3, greeted us at the door.
The 6 year old reminded me of Maddie in her bubbly cheerful way..the 3 year old a little more reserved and quiet.
The poor mother was a wreck to say the least.
At first, when I met her, I felt a bit uneasy and nervous to walk into her home.
She obviously was not mentally stable..
I pushed past the feeling and sent a prayer to God to help me to see her as God sees her.
I repeat alot during our trips out for God to help me to see them as His children.
I saw past the twitches and how she struggled to speak, to who she really was.
As she got to know us, she started sharing all the drugs she was on, which caused the twitching..and why she spoke as she spoke.
This poor woman struggled through so many different mental illnesses, in no shape was she able to take care of herself but had no one really to take care of her.
I could tell as we shared some health information, that she truly wanted to be better.
She didnt want to be like this, but her whole life she was most likely told she was worthless and crazy.
She was raped and molested by her stepfather as a child, no doubt which caused her to be like she is today.
If I had let that first impression control me, I would have missed the bigger picture.
I would have missed seeing this woman for who she really was and why she is the way she is today.
My heart breaks for this world..this country.
I have never ever seen such poverty until God placed me in the literature evangelism work with my husband.
I was living in a happy materialistic bubble until God opened my eyes to the broken world I live in, right in my back yard.
As we prepared to leave, I asked to pray for her...and felt a deep impression to reach over and clasp her hand tightly in mine, praying earnestly for her freedom of this oppression. She asked to pray for healing; she didnt want to be like this anymore.
I prayed for Gods presence in that home, feeling the darkness of the enemy surrounding it.
As we prepared to leave, I reached over to hug her.
As her arms went around me, I felt what you would call a true hug, someone desperate to be loved back.
Someone who needed to know someone cared for her..
I will pray for this family earnestly...I will pray for that other man also.
There is SO much need out there, so many people that need Jesus...please look outside your back door and realize there is a work to be done.
There is NOT ENOUGH people out there helping..I was one of them