There are days that I wish I could live naively comfortable again... Days when I wish my eyes had not been opened to the injustices that surround us, before the faces of poverty were burned on my brain, and before one orphan had ever sat in my lap/ held my hand/ nor wrapped their tiny arms around my neck.
Instead of pursing the American dream that I once thought would bring "satisfaction"... I'm haunted at night. I wonder if I'm doing enough. In a world "well done" always triumphs "well said"! Can I be doing more?
I find myself praying for bigger vehicle/ transportation and a bigger home so that there might be "one less" child going to sleep tonight without a momma to tuck them into bed. One thing I've learned is there is always enough love. But is love really all you need?
And is it true what mother Teresa said "How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1T1SSUJ93hU&feature=youtube_gdata_player
“Once our eyes are opened, we can’t pretend we don’t know what to do. God who weighs our hearts and keeps our souls knows that we know and holds us responsible to act…” Proverbs 24:12
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I notice a lot of people around us close their eyes because they simply don't want to know about the injustices happening (or that they're even causing).
I look up to you guys for refusing to close your eyes.
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