Gosh...I haven't blogged since June, truthfully, this site needs some major revamping...and now that I finally journey back here I fully intend to do so...but...prior to that...I have to make my heart known...
Refugee children, women, and...yes, let us go ahead and include the men...my heart has been all consumed with how I feel about allowing these people into our country. And, here is my opportunity to place it all out...here's my heart, and it's brutally honest.
At first glance...I said we were crazy to not block our borders. SHUT THEM! They will kill us! We have children to protect. This is our country! Oh, I said it all...and I am ashamed to admit that now after prayer, and constant conversation in my head.
But, let me give you some back story...this week our family purchased a nice big family home. Nice, comfortable, roomy...and how glutenous does my heart feel after looking at the pictures of the children trying to come to the United States. I'm pretty sure God didn't call me to this earth to buy a big roomy house. My heart broke for these children, THAT is what God called me to do...He called me to break, to be compassionate...He called me to care. He called me to be uncomfortable.
And, so, with all conviction I tell you...I'd rather die an early life of being far too compassionate, than live a long life on this earth of selfishness. I was blessed to be born into the United States, I do not know, and will likely never know the struggle of a refugee...but, as blessed as I am to live the life I do...this isn't my eternity. My eternity is in Heaven with The Almighty, and you better believe I have to stand before Him when my time comes.
And, before the God I so strongly believe in I would be so ashamed to say, "it was just easier God to close the borders...it was safer this way..."...and while, yes, I agree it would be much more safe, God didn't call us to live a safe life when it came to offering compassion.
I do not deserve Gods constant compassion...I am a sinner...I have sinned...I will sin...and I am so unworthy, who am I to say a refugee doesn't deserve compassion...even the men...
Lastly, what if....
We say it all of the time...what if....what if we allow these refugee's into our country and they shoot us, what if they blow us up? I can die knowing one thing, my heart was full of love accepting them.
Refugee children, women, and...yes, let us go ahead and include the men...my heart has been all consumed with how I feel about allowing these people into our country. And, here is my opportunity to place it all out...here's my heart, and it's brutally honest.
At first glance...I said we were crazy to not block our borders. SHUT THEM! They will kill us! We have children to protect. This is our country! Oh, I said it all...and I am ashamed to admit that now after prayer, and constant conversation in my head.
But, let me give you some back story...this week our family purchased a nice big family home. Nice, comfortable, roomy...and how glutenous does my heart feel after looking at the pictures of the children trying to come to the United States. I'm pretty sure God didn't call me to this earth to buy a big roomy house. My heart broke for these children, THAT is what God called me to do...He called me to break, to be compassionate...He called me to care. He called me to be uncomfortable.
And, so, with all conviction I tell you...I'd rather die an early life of being far too compassionate, than live a long life on this earth of selfishness. I was blessed to be born into the United States, I do not know, and will likely never know the struggle of a refugee...but, as blessed as I am to live the life I do...this isn't my eternity. My eternity is in Heaven with The Almighty, and you better believe I have to stand before Him when my time comes.
And, before the God I so strongly believe in I would be so ashamed to say, "it was just easier God to close the borders...it was safer this way..."...and while, yes, I agree it would be much more safe, God didn't call us to live a safe life when it came to offering compassion.
I do not deserve Gods constant compassion...I am a sinner...I have sinned...I will sin...and I am so unworthy, who am I to say a refugee doesn't deserve compassion...even the men...
Lastly, what if....
We say it all of the time...what if....what if we allow these refugee's into our country and they shoot us, what if they blow us up? I can die knowing one thing, my heart was full of love accepting them.