I read that email and I broke down sobbing. THAT was
Let me explain.. I had always "thrown" money at
things. My answer for donation requests was almost
always yes. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, you want me to help
and volunteer? Well, let me give you some money for
now. I will put it on my calendar and see if I
can...but if not, I will help with money.
With 6 kids, a family business, trying to juggle
life...and my own issues going on... I didn't like
to commit to things. As I didn't want to let people
down. So, I offered money.
But this time. This "Kenya thing", was different.
God was saying he didn't want my money. He wanted ME
to go and love on these people. That I had met,
connected with, prayed over. He wanted ME to wash
their feet, pour into them, encourage them, listen
to them, hold the babies, talk to the kids, and the
moms. (ME?!! Yes, that's what I said.)
Like the excerpt/summary from the email, Just
"being" there for those that need me. Speaking hope,
warm meals, hugging and loving on people.
Yeah, I can do this. I can love on kids all. day.