I've started this blog to share my heart with you. Enjoy :)
I don't claim to be the best writer in the world. I only wish to be honest and open with you.
There’s hope. Sometimes that’s all there is. (KLM)
Comforting, yet so haunting. As I opened wonderful gifts with my family this morning, I couldn’t help picturing Cliff’s sweet face in my head. And remember that this day for him is probably no different than any others. He gets fed and changed. That’s it. I’m both haunted by his sweet face and filled with hope that one day he will find his family.
Meet Sweet Cliff:
(Find out more about him and other Angels at www.reecesrainbow.org )
We drove to see Uncle Tommy’s tree today, which was wonderful, but we drove through downtown Atlanta. We passed so many people walking alone. Maybe they chose to be alone today, but no one should be alone on Christmas.
Meet Uncle Tommy's tree:
And Nic's awesome art work:
The phrase that keeps coming into my head is “our hearts are heavy and light.” So true. My heart feels so light with the joy and hope that comes with the birth of the Messiah, yet so heavy for all the hurting and lonely people today.
Sometimes Jamie (from www.twloha.com ) can say it way better than me:
We are only asked to love, to offer hope to the many hopeless. We don't get to choose all the endings, but we are asked to play the rescuers. We won't solve all mysteries and our hearts will certainly break in such a vulnerable life, but it is the best way. We were made to be lovers bold in broken places, pouring ourselves out again and again until we're called home.
And also Renee:
We aren't asked to do this alone, but our cruel little minds would like for us to forget this. I know mine would. It is my mind that would like to destroy me, it's the place upstairs that is driven to destruction, and on it's own it would surely succeed. However, when I choose to go there, and I invite someone else in with me, to hold my hand, to carry me when I am beaten down, that is when healing is possible. This is where I believe we find community and its value in our lives, and this is also the role we are asked to take part in. We are not asked to be the doctor, or the scalpel, we are asked to be the ones who will stand by and hold your hand, when our hearts are not on the table themselves.
You know, sometimes I think it takes a lot of courage to admit imperfection. And to admit that I cant save the world. At least not all in one day. Sigh. My heart still aches for sweet Cliff, and all the babies in those orphanages. Some who won’t make it to next Christmas. Some who may never find a family. But my heart also holds out hope for those who will find a family to love them, to hold them, to need them. I cant save them all. But one day ill save some of them. And love them. And be loved by them. But for today, my heart still hurts. But I think that’s okay.
"I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something." - Edward Everett Hale
I was dead, but now I am alive. I used to walk in darkness, now I run and dance in the light. Where there was no hope, now it is everlasting. The girl who couldn’t forgive herself knows forgiveness. The one who doubted her worth has been declared “worthy”. The sinner is now seen as righteous. This is the beauty of our God.
I know I ramble. But I wasn't trying to write an essay -- only to be honest and real :)
In other news, it SNOWED on CHRISTMAS in GEORGIA!!
Merry Christmas friends. I pray you find hope and healing and laughter on this day. And know that you are not alone.
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