My heart broke when I woke up at 4:00am to a soft whimper outside my door. As I held this sweet little girl in my arms, she leaned her head on my shoulder & gave her tear filled eyes a rest which immediately drenched my shirt. Her eyes looked up at mine, begging me to help her hurting leg in some way, & my heart broke all over again. However, I’m hopeful, because I know that my God is the ultimate Comforter. So I prayed.
My heart broke as I was brought into the small brick house that my sponsor child shares with eight other family members. As they took out their finest hand woven mat, they encouraged me to sit down & told me about a crucial surgery that the Father needs in order to survive. My sponsor child looked away from me, afraid that if we made eye contact I would see how scared he was, & my heart broke all over again. However, I’m hopeful, because I know that my God is the ultimate Healer. So I prayed.
My heart broke as I sat with this beautiful woman who was breastfeeding her young baby. As she proudly told me the names & ages of her five children, she then quietly shared that their father left them just a week ago & ran off with another woman. She took a break from speaking, trying to hold back the tears welling up in her loving eyes, & my heart broke all over again. However, I’m hopeful, because I know that my God is the ultimate Lover. So I prayed.
My heart broke as I attempted to feed this precious little girl (a survivor of attempted child sacrifice) a bottle of thick, milky porridge. As I brought the bottle close to her mouth, she opened up & desperately tried to get food out the best way that she knew how to. She soon gave up with a deep sigh, her stomach still not nearly as full as it should be, & my heart broke all over again. However, I’m hopeful, because I know that my God is the ultimate Restorer. So I prayed.
My heart broke as I talked to a young man in the coffee shop who sat down at the table next to me. As I told him about the work that I’m doing, he looked down while shaking his head & quickly put in his input. “There’s no point in believing in any of that, because God is not real & He cannot hear your prayers.”, he told me, & my heart broke all over again. However, I’m hopeful, because I know that my God is the ultimate Savior. So I prayed.
I’ve said it before, & I’ll say it again: Africa is exhausting. In every way. Physially. Spiritually. Emotionally. These are all things that I’ve seen & experienced in the past few days, & these are all things that have broken my heart & weighed heavy on my mind. I think that’s one of the hardest things about being here in Uganda. So often, I see things that need to be done or I hear about things that need to happen, but so often I don’t have the resources to do it. I may not have the right things to say or enough money to help out. I may not be able to heal a heart or physical wound. But the reality is, I don’t need to. Why? Because I have a God who can. So I pray.
My God is the Savior.
My God is the Restorer.
My God is the Lover.
My God is the Healer.
My God is the Comforter.
My God is all of those things & so much more. There are hundreds of words that I could use to describe my God. He is the Perfecter, the Helper, the Protector, the Caretaker, the Creator, the Fulfiller, the Provider, the Teacher, the Purifier, the Victor, the Life-Giver, etc. He is everything that these people need. So I pray. I pray He would be all of those things to them & more.
I pray that He would pull that crying little girl close to Him & comfort her pain.
I pray that He would lay His hands on my sponsor child’s Father & heal his body.
I pray that He would wrap His arms around that single Mother & show her unconditional love.
I pray that He would hold that fragile little survivor & restore her to health.
I pray that He would reveal Himself to that young man & save His soul.