I promised myself that I would not allow my children to encounter the hand of abuse. I would protect them and take care of them. Their heart's condition matters.
I know what it feels like to be broken on the inside and have a smile on my face; to be quiet and take in the words that were being thrown at me. I know what its like to not be able to speak up lest I be beaten anymore. I know what it feels like to recognize that the people that are meant to protect me and be my hero were just whimps and I was gonna have to figure life out on my own. I have lived in solitude, in a prison of my own and wondered when freedom would truly be mine. I never want anyone to feel what I felt. I never want anyone else to have the scars that I have.
As I grew older, I understood and decided that to be the bigger person I was going to have to start with forgiveness. If I ever wanted to help someone in a similar situation I would have to be out of it first.
It took time, and it took effort to forgive those monsters and see them through God's eyes. To be humble and kind with them again, to treat them as humanly as I possibly could. Those things took courage and patience too. Then I started to see a need for mothers and fathers in this world. Every child has a mom and dad as a biological concept but not necessarily in relation. God has given me a heart for children, the ones that grow up in broken homes amongst abusive elders, and the ones that don't know what true love looks or feels like. They have become like my children and I love them like my own. I don't need a lot of convincing to love someone and they don't have to be good for me to love them. After all, Jesus did not come for the perfect, but for the hurting and the lost.
Everyone that is reading this, you may or may not understand everything I am trying to say but if you are alive, you are alive for a reason. God's NT laws are Love Him and Love His people. It's time you took a stand and loved on someone other than your own flesh and blood. There is a world full of crying and dying children. They could use a hug. I'm sure they would like to be held for a second, to feel your warmth and feel valued.
How much longer are you just gonna share facebook images of dying naked children? How much longer are you going to tweet and email things on persecuted churches, drug addicted teens, prostitutes? How much longer are you going to sit behind that desk, on that comfortable office chair and on a laptop and think you are doing your part?
Get up and get moving!
Get gossip out of your homes, churches, offices and start doing something that will make a difference. Get on your knees and pray for someone you don't know. Fast for them. Stand in the gap for them. Encourge your children to become ambassadors for the kingdom. Teach them how to do good.
Now that you know what are you going to do about it?
Are you going to sit silently and watch as the world keeps on hurting? We can't save everyone. Let me tell you, you can't save ANYONE. Only Jesus can do that. But if we can help, serve, or empower a lost or broken soul, then we can say, we have started to do our part.
Let me know if you want to know ways of getting involved! Bless you! Shaz
