Others

I prayed through the tears as I left the people of Mpongue

Ps. 28:9 “Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever”


Some complain about walking to turn off the light
Others walk miles for water, school, to hear the name of Jesus
Some children complain about being bored
Others find joy in kicking around a plastic bottle
Which PJs do they want to wear tonight?
They wear the same tattered clothes every day.
Some choose new school supplies every year
Others hold on tightly to their one faded and falling-apart book
Some are picky- no veggies or meat
Others are happy with nshima alone

The dirt-floored huts
The joy in their worship
The cough of a child breathing smoke and dust day in and day out
The hysterical laughter following simply a few bubbles
The little girls holding babies half their size
The young mother caring for 7 kids
The hands large and small more than just callused form work, from life
The beauty in her eyes
The skin always covered in dirt
The babies eating candy instead of milk
Their bellies, full in size but so hungry

They long to be held
They long to be listened to
They long for Christ’s unconditional Love

We are His hands and feet
I pray that’s ALL that was seen.
I laughed, I played I talked I listened I gave and, oh, how I have received.
Grace abounds.
“I am longing for heaven”
I am longing to worship with those sweet souls again.