I feel like I am reading the best book of my life....a book of a girl who is experiencing something that the majority of us will never be able to comprehend....and I can't stop reading.
Katie (listed in my last post) is a child of God who is with His children in Africa. I have only been through three-fourths of her blogging and I can't stop the stream of tears that come from her eloquent writings. She is doing all of the things I would have been way to scared of at that age--maybe even now. This girl bought a house to take in children off the street--she makes me want to sell everything I own....to think twice when I am buying something I want....and then send all of my money to her to be able to educate the hundreds of children they have enlisted in their schools.
God is working on my heart. Now I see why my friend who is adopting feels so strongly about doing more...that taking one child from this impoverished country is not enough. But according to Katie....the love for God in Africa is not comparible anywhere else. She had one little orphan ask her, "Mommy, if I let Jesus into my heart, will I explode?"
I want to go there.........I want to help........
I am praying for you, Katie, and all you're doing. Your faith in Him is amazing.
Here are the children lined up at her house to be fed.....
Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.They come through you but not from you,And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.You may house their bodies but not their souls,For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your childrenas living arrows are sent forth.The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
From 'The Prophet' by Kahlil Gibran