When Our Worlds Collide -- Taking the Time

Last week I made the commitment to dedicate a portion of my blog to missions awareness.  Some of you may have read that particular blog post and probably sensed my aching heart coming through the words.  The Lord had provided me with a heaping dose of conviction, and I was struggling to find my way under all the pressure of that burden.  I knew that I was being called to do something, but was positively unsure as to what the something was.

In keeping it real, I still have zero idea. 

I just know that I'm supposed to be doing SOMETHING.

I have been praying about what to write here today.  About what to say.  Perhaps there was a specific need I was to mention.  A specific missionary that was in need of prayer.  A country maybe.  A inner city ministry right here in the States. 

But nothing was standing out as THE something.

I clicked through different organizations' pages and links, searching for something that the Lord would stop my heart for.  Letting me know that I had found it.

Still nothing.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm incredibly moved and called to pray for each and every story and prayer request that I ran across, but I wasn't feeling like it was the SOMETHING that Jesus was calling me to share here.

And then I saw it.

It wasn't anything but a picture.

But it spoke volumes to me.

The woman is Haitian.  But she could be from anywhere.  Her dark skin could be fair.  Or she could be Asian.  Or Hispanic.  Her clothes don't match, but they could...and it wouldn't matter.  She's pregnant.  But she wouldn't have to be. 

None of that matters.

What matters is what she's doing.  She's taking time out of a crazy absurd horrific situation and looking to the One who brings Peace.  She recognizes that the Giver of All Good Things didn't mean that the good things were always tangible.  And she's going to the only Source of Help that she can fully and 100% rely on.

Look at her.

And be amazed. 

Photo from IMB


Anonymous said...

I'm always struck by how those with so little seem to be so much more quick to give praise and glory to God than those of us who have so much.

I don't know if I'm on target with this or not, but sometimes I feel that we're so blessed in this country that we see what we have as our rights rather than the blessings they are.

Our stuff makes life more comfortable, but I'm not sure it does a whole lot for hearts.

theelizabethhighsmith said...

my pastor totally had me print that picture and story for tonight's prayer meeting! thanks for sharing!

Jim said...

Sounds like what the Lord impressed you with is already reaching out to touch others. No telling where it will go and multiply from there.

Good going, my daughter, my sister. I love you.

Your brother-dad

Carpool Queen said...

I have to wonder when was the last time I raised my hands in praise over His revelation to me in the word.

Marla Taviano said...

Praising Jesus with you, my Haitian sister!

Love you, Amber!

Elizabeth said...

That picture, and your words, give me chills!

Tiffani said...

That picture is certainly worth a thousand words and definitely worth the words on your post today.

Your heart inspires me and challenges me.

I love you.

Mich said...

words aren't always necessary... a picture can speak volumes.

I love you.

Becca~TimeWellSpent said...

what a beautiful capture of a heart leaning on God!

New Every Morning said...

This picture humbled me beyond words.
Thank you, dear friend.

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Gretchen said...

Love this. What a blessing you are to me. I have a friend who is in Tanzania, helping bring new babies into the world, and sharing the love of Jesus with them. She sees miracles that we cannot even imagine. Daily. These people have only God to look to. And so they believe. And He heals and sustains. Thank you for this, Amber.