for india, for grand rapids.
my heart spills over for india, the country where my mom was born & raised. the country in which my dada & dadi faithfully serve as missionaries to orphans & neighbors. the country that screams out for redemption from idol worship, murder, prostitution, false gods, poverty, misery, hopelessness…
as i have been immersed in the inner city of grand rapids, my heart has been captured by the huge cry for need & love. the obvious plea for help in the eyes of students who are abused & forgotten within their families. these children, these families, are dying to live in freedom & salvation.
i look around, & there is brokenness. there is an outcry. & these callings come in the form of self destruction, isolation, anger, & hurt. i will not be anxious as to where God plans to use me. i will not place an idea of where i need to go in order to reach the desperate. who am i to judge hearts? to judge where the need is the most? the plan is this: i must simply allow myself
to
be
used.
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