This evening that is my cry. My cry is that you would open your eyes and see. See the broken and the unloved world around you. Please.
I found out today one of our precious Mama’s passed away leaving her 4 children to grow up without her. I only met this particular lady recently; I don’t even know her name. I should. But I had the privilege of cleaning her house and washing her clothes, as she has been so sick she hasn’t been able to do it herself. This beautiful woman who was created in the hands of God has been dying for a long time. When I entered her house for the very first time I actually caught my breath. Her dirt house was no bigger than the mattress she had been lying on for who knows how long. This woman who had been ruined by poverty, by something I'm lucky enough to have never had to fight against, was literally dying in this room, with her children watching it happen. I can’t really describe to you how this woman was living. There are no words.
That’s why my cry is for you to open your eyes. I can try my hardest to write my heart down but there is no way you are really going to get it, I mean really get it, until you move, until you do, until you simply take the time to just stop, take a breath and open your eyes. Please.
Someone should have got to this mama before we did, someone should have told her every day that she’s loved, that God had a plan for her life bigger than poverty, bigger than that room and that mattress. That someone is me. And it’s you. I'm not saying you have to move to Uganda and find a dying woman but there is someone for you to tell, there is someone for you to open your eyes to. It could be a neighbour, a lonely kid in your class at school, your boss. Don’t let it be too late. If I had known the moment I said goodbye to this beautiful mama was the last I would have hugged her, I would have held her hand a little longer, I would have told her that she’s loved. It’s as simple as this; there are millions of people out there waiting for you to open your eyes. Please don’t give up on yourself, please don’t be too afraid, please trust yourself to be strong enough to run and to not fall down.
She’s waiting, she doesn’t even know it but she’s waiting. Waiting for hope. Waiting for a way out. And if you’re brave enough you get to be the person to hold the door open. Wake up people of God, the world has been waiting too long for you to open your eyes and move.
Me writing all this is probably quite selfish, I feel like I cant keep quite any longer, I have to tell someone, I have to shout from the rooftops I cant do this alone, I cant carry it all on my own, you have to help me. You have to take my hand and walk this journey with me. And then maybe someone else will join and more people will have a door opened for them. So take my hand. Please. Please.
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