i cannot live like this any more
............
And the little 7 year old girls are being given over to the ‘temple’s’ for the use of prostitution.
My hair needs a trim.
She escaped once before and her hands were branded with a hot searing iron to teach her not to do that again.
I need to follow up on that phonecall and make a lunch date with her.......
She ran away again risking her life to escape the brutal rapes that were her daily routine.
Oh and don’t forget to pick up a card for the women’s league drive.. must not forget to be polite.
Dark brown eyes looking into the eyes of a foreign woman pleading for help. Pleading to be saved. Do you care?
Every glance in the mirror reminds me that I need to start that diet again, or should I just have the surgery?
What would happen if one woman started to take herself seriously.
I am a follower of Christ.
What is my heart’s cry?
What do I love?
Who am I God?
What have You named me?
How can I be more than the mundane American consumer. (using that as a curse word:consumer)
Here am I Lord.
Send me.
Please let me NOT go through the rest of my life without making a difference.
Please let me serve.
Let me REALLY serve.
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