There is so much we are waiting for. There is so much that is so wrong. There is so much brokeness, so many places I wonder why God turned His back.
Why do children die from hunger? Why do children die at all?
How can I live my life so concerned with my grades, with my clothes, with my salary. Why do I worry about these things instead of the sweet face of Yennie, a malnourished little baby who died this week?
Yennie, Bear with Love, the countless others who have been born screaming and crying into a beautiful world that has no place for them. Those who have survived, because of love: Alice, Sallay.
How do we live a life not seeing these faces? How many go through life invisible?
And when will I learn to open my eyes and open my life to them?
Tonight, I mourn for a little girl and for the way I know the world should be.
And I pray that my heart stays wrapped in sackcloth until your Kingdom Comes.