Sometimes I think I'm bipolar. Really I'm just another human struggling through this thing called life. But oh how grateful am I that I serve in the Lord's Army.
Speaking of. I just heard about the Lord's Resistance Army in Uganda; taking up innocent children and having them slaughter their own people. Though the gruesome activity has grown scarce.. My heart weeps for them. Oh Kony... if only you'd stop trying to fulfill the hole in your life with false spirits and power and surrender to the One meant to fill that hole.
The people of this world are broken. My heart goes out to the children abducted in the LRA. After such a life... I can't even try to or begin to imagine what it would be like to recover. I can't help but wonder what their initial reaction would be upon hearing about God. But that's what I love about God. He gives his people the power to look past, no matter how terrible, the things they have done and instead look to the hope that is in front of them.
What greater reward exists than seeing a face turn from hopelessness to hope? There isn't one.
Last night I found myself just crying and kissing my Bible. I have the right to freely exercise my faith.. What am going to do for those that don't? More importantly, what am I going to do to to alter facial expressions from utter lostness to healing?
Lord, here I am. Send me where you will.
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