Small World

One of the greatest blessings about serving, while on a missions trip, is the change in my perspective, that inevitably happens. No longer am I able to think in sweeping generalizations, like "those African children." Those generalizations are transformed from a vague video in my mind of starving children to faces and names of individuals I have had the privilege to hug, play,laugh and worship with. Oh--what a blessing.

As I went to Kenya for the second time--the best part was to build on relationships that were started the previous year. Oh--what sweet reunions when my eyes met those eyes that I had not seen in 365 days.

The world has become a much smaller place, and in that understanding, God has continued to teach me how big He is. Stephen Curtis Chapman wrote a song entitled, "Yours" that sums it all up and wraps my thoughts in a neat, succinct package. (If that's even possible!)

I walk the streets of London
and notice in the faces passing by
something that makes me stop and listen
My heart grows heavy with the cry
Where is the hope for London
You whisper and my heart begins to soar
as I’m reminded every street in London is Yours

I walk the dirt roads of Uganda
I see the scars that war has left behind
Hope like the sun is fading
and they’re waiting for a cure no one can find
And I hear children’s voices singing
of a God who heals and rescues and restores
and I’m reminded that every child in Africa is Yours

It’s all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor
and it’s all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
You’re the maker and keeper, Father and ruler of everything
It’s all Yours

I'm a processer--and I've been mulling. I'm also a procrastinator--and I've been procrastinating. So, between either the processing and/or the procrastination, I have not taken the time to notice and solidfy how God is working and how He used Kenya to change me. I need to get on that.