Sunday was “Hope Sunday”. This was a nation-wide event for the Covenant Church, with a goal to get 15,000 kids from the Congo sponsored. The Covenant Church partnered with World Vision in hopes that Jesus’ followers would give up $40/month to provide clean water, schooling, food & prayer for these children.
Being the emotional nutcase that this pregnancy has made me, I broke down.
The pictures & videos of these children struck me like nothing else. They were so happy, but so needy. You could tell that they werecontent. These children are lucky if they have one meal a day, both parents alive & access to drinking water that doesn’t double as a bathroom. $40/month seemed like so little.
$40/month? That’s only a little more than $1/day! I could easily drop $40 in one day for my unborn child on a couple of outfits that he won’t care about.. at all. All I could think about is how selfish I am, how unlucky these children must be & how there has to be something I can do to help.
The Lord spoke to me though, and through showing me my selfishness & brokenness, I realized that maybe they are the lucky ones. I am blessed with material things, and health. Through this though, my heart became hardened to what was truly important. These children, these citizens of the Congo, were blessed with love and complete dependance on our Lord.
Their happiness shined through their toothless grins & love radiated from their bloated bellies. They are in love with the Lord, and love Him with a child-like faith that is apparent.
“Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” Mark 10:14-15
“Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” Matthew 18:4
It is still hard for me to humble myself to a point where I can resist the cutest button up flannel at Target, but the Lord is teaching me. He is transforming me, and turning me into amother. I am not perfect. I still mess up daily. I always will. But it is comforting knowing I have a shephard who is guiding me & loving me through the slow process of transforming my heart.
**sorry if this is jumbled/makes no sense/etc. i will blame the fact i couldn’t type this without tearing up… & pregnancy brain. we can blame everything on pregnancy**