I feel as though I am blinded - blinded from Gods love,
blinded from Gods plan –due to this place I live, America. My heart tells me
this is not where I belong. This is not my home. It longs to go to a place where
Gods love is truly displayed. Displayed in these poor little children's faces,
who have nothing, yet have everything.
It is not covered by comfort - by beds,
electricity, overflow of food, fresh water, $100 shoes, $100,000 cars. No, it
is covered by truth. The truth to how great He loves us. It demonstrations the
true meaning of faith in God at its fullest. My heart screams at me, telling me
that America won’t ever satisfy me. I know I wasn't meant to live in a place
that was comfortable.
God called me to be in Ethiopia. He called me to LIVE
among the least of these. He called me to live in a trash dump. He called me to
love as He has loved me, and has shown me through parents who have displayed
this agape love.
I don't know why God is telling me the place I’m supposed to
be is Ethiopia, or why He is telling me to take a year off after high school.
All I know is that Korah, Ethiopia is where I should be. I don't understand how
I can have this deep knowledge of that even though I've never been there. But
it is as though my heart is split in two and I am not living my life fully
committed to God.
He is the reason I'm alive. I praise Him for revealing this
to me. Although people doubt me, God is the one pushing me to Ethiopia. If God
wants it, it will happen. I can’t wait for that day when my soul is finally
fully satisfied when I land in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. This is my calling. I am
called to help the least of these.
