“I am blown away that my God, who could do this all by Himself, would choose to let me be a little part of it.”
A pull to wrap them up and hold them close within my heart forevermore.
They changed me.
Parts of my heart were challenged in those moments. My soul quickened, my heart tugged at its seams as they poured out their stories. They were locked up, thrown away without a key; they were deemed second-chance less.
But I saw courage in their eyes. I saw life and joy, longing to rise.
And they changed me.
My heart strays to the sweet, little children who didn't understand but two words, when I walked unassuming into their country for the first time. And there's a pull and tug.
A pull to return forevermore.
They changed me.
Food was sparse, but joy brimmed over. Orphaned, but they loved freely.
Lacking much, but giving everything.
And they changed me.
My heart strays to the book that opened the door. The mere paragraphs that resonated deep within, inspiring me to reach out and attempt at applying.
Unlocking thirteen months spent three separate times. And there's a pull and tug.
A pull to be spent with gratitude.
It changed me.
I'm on the other side.
I'm a just a girl, called to move. Compelled to live in the unfamiliar for forevermore. A girl who needs to be broken and poured out for people, for nations. Two hands ready to give, a heart ready to love, and two feet ready to take those next steps.
It's not about going, anymore.
We are on the other side.
It's about moving.
It's about release. It's about redemption.
And there's a pull and tug.
One that I can no longer resist.
"I saw what I saw and I can't forget it. I heard what I heard and I can't go back."
Nothing can be undone.
Nothing can be taken back.
I have to love.
I have to move.
He has called me to undo the chains that bind me, to break down the walls that hinder me, and to move.
To move with confidence, knowing He's providing, that He will provide.
Because after all, He's changed me.
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