Another part of my heart!

     It has been a year since I walked the soil of Africa, feeling His heartbeat for the people of this nation.  The visuals of dirty, sad faces, torn clothes, slums, families high on glue to curb their appetite and then hundreds of teens worshipping God at our Count Me In youth camp are so vivid right now as I finish packing.  You see I left a part of my heart there last August and I was just realizing that another part will be left there again.  I am so deeply grateful for this opportunity to be His heart, hands and feet to these precious people.
     You see, I realize how rich we are in the US, even if someone is at the lowest income bracket.  What do we sacrifice:  our Starbucks, an extra bracelet, another dinner out, another pair of shoes.  Does our sacrifice really cost us anything? Do we really feel it?  I'm not saying anything is wrong with nice things, but do we give what we have?  I'm so excited to have dirt on my hands, snot on my shirt, little sleep, lots of Ugali(Africa food we eat everyday)!  I'm learning as I get older how rich I am when I give sacrificially.  I want to care less about my comfort and more about the hurting. I want to make a difference.  My time is now to go, for such a time as this I am called.  I hope I never lose that hunger to be Him wholly here on earth.
   So as I leave tomorrow with my girls, please pray for divine encounters, hope given, hearts restored and His love to be lavished upon these precious people.