zambia

July 2008

I’ve left my heart.

With my brothers and sisters half way across the world.
Being in Zambia this summer wasn’t just singing songs and dancing with children. It was a struggle far beyond what words can describe.
The most meaningful struggle in my life. A struggle that I praise God for.
It had hit me.
This wasn’t as easy as sharing the Gospel and going home.
I never left.
And neither did the questions:
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why do those living in Africa, India, and South America have to live the way they do?
Why do they sweep every fifteen minutes with a handheld broom and we use a vacuum once a week?
What makes America so great, why do we get everything?
But, We have nothing.

What does the Lord desire?
What does he favor?
He favors none.
He favors our hearts.

To this day, the smiles of my brothers and sisters in Zambia wake me up every morning. Their faces engulf my mind and I can’t let it go.

It wasn’t until last night that I found peace.
Alli Rogers has a haunting song called “Tanzania”.
It is about a mother in Africa and a mother in America.
They have the same heart, and same hopes for their children.
Our Daddy desires a relationship with us all, he wants our hearts.
Someday we will all “live in a home that is built by the Hands that holds the world”!

In Africa, I am old enough to be this sweet child’s mother.
But she is my sister, my friend, my equal.
Both daughters of the King.
That was the moment, right there.
I left my heart.
But one day we will dance to the same songs, see the same stars, live in the same home.
God rests beside her just as he rests with me at night.
Christ died for her just as he died for us.
We have the same Dad. Same Lover. and Same King.

Who is this beautiful girl?
His daughter.
My sister .