I knew the right thing was to say yes. Like-minded peace we had, he & I. But once the shock wore off, my heart screamed nooooo.....this is too hard. I want my nominal Christian life back.
But once I was inspired by one of my mentors who has gone before me and walked the way long. Who has shared her life and broken it.
She said, "it is a high calling. It is worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat." What an opportunity to be able to impart Christ to another. What a chance to die to myself.
At first, I cried for me. Now, I cry for them. Broken axe. Broken bracelet. And broken hearts.
There are stained mattresses. But this is what I can see. And we are to fix our eyes on what is unseen.
Broken hearts, climbing all over me. Worming their way deep down in my heart.
Don't know about them. But I know I will never be the same again.
At first I cried for me and our broken plans, broken toys. Now I cry for them. The broken hearts.
These brave souls. Who have climbed into my life, climbed over me, and way down deep into my heart.
In a moment. In a twinkling of an eye -- our lives are changed in the most unexpected of ways.
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