This weekend I wrote about my friend Peter in Uganda. I also watched coverage of Houston being beaten by Hurricane Ike. Today, I saw a story of some guy in Uganda who is kidnapping kids, trying to teach them the 10 Commandments and how to kill.
My heart longs for my hands to get dirty. I want to go somewhere…sweat like it’s my job…hug some kids who need some hugs…listen to some parents who need an ear…see the face of God in a way I can’t seem to while I’m walking through my average day.
I don’t even know how long it’s been since I went on a mission trip. 4-5 years if memory serves me.
My world was rocked in England. My world was rocked in Mexico. I left a huge chunk of my heart in Mexico. I want to leave a piece of my heart in another country.
You see…I’m falling in love. When I saw the sky tonight, my heart leapt. I saw a tinge of autumn in the trees today…I got so excited that I almost ran a stop sign. I need to give out some of the love that is overflowing from my heart.
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I understand you so well. I wish your dream comes true.