Just a few nights ago I found my self dreaming about Africa. I was back in Massi Land loving the children. We were dancing singing and laughing together again. Then I woke up. I'm forever ruined. I have this burning desire for the people in Africa, and yet i have the same desire for the people in the Philippines. My heart aches for my three worlds to collide in to a glorious worship session that will never end.
The revelation of God's heart when one steps foot in these lands are unspeakably amazing. We have so much to learn from each other, we have so much love to give each other.
My heart aches to hold the children of Africa. If I could only give them one more hug. If I could only give them one more word of encouragement, wipe one more tear, hear one more laugh.
This pain at first glance appears to be a curse, but in reality it is a huge blessing! This constant ache reminds me of the great truth that this is not my home. It places my focus back on Christ and gives me the hope of the day when we all are able to see Him face to face. Here we will never say goodbye, we will be worshiping the King of Love for eternity.
I'm so blessed to have this ache of loss and loneliness residing in my heart! It is a constant reminder of how great God is and pushes me in to the very heart of God. Where I am emerged in a thick tangible presence of God's love. Here I'm safe, free, and satisfied.
I'm finding myself high on God's love. This deep pain that continues to grow only causes me to be lathered in His glorious love.
I can only hope to be more like Him ever day! My desire now is to fall more in love with the God who loves me! I am His and He is mine. This is my home, in the depths of His love.
