11/11/12
We started out the
day with an African church service, which included a wedding. What a treat for each of us! I have a video I will try to share later.
While in this African church, I couldn’t help but
look around and see the humility and total dependence on God in this
place. The simplicity of their lives and
total reliance on the Lord is something I have never seen or felt myself in the
states. I don’t even think I can explain
in words the emotion in the moments of watching the people worship… uninhibited
and humble. God is in His rightful
place, and His hand appears to be all over!
Later that afternoon,
we begun pouring into the women who used to work in prostitution. When we first saw the women, I was reminded
of the same look the children gave us.
Very serious, yet very hopeful and somewhat expectant. The moment you looked into their deep dark
eyes and offered a smile, you received in return the most joyful of
smiles. Beautiful, honest smiles!
Throughout our time
together we talked about how we are free in Christ. Like the chrysalis stage of a butterfly,
sometimes we feel trapped. We might be
feeling shame or guilt, hurt, loss, or loneliness. Maybe we are stuck at a place of not being
able to forgive someone who has wronged us.
Whatever the situation, God doesn’t want us stuck here. He wants us to emerge like a butterfly, becoming
who He wants us to be, who He has created us to be… to fulfill the purpose He
has planned for us.
We reminded the women
they are royalty like Queen Esther. They
are daughters of the most high king. So
it was only fitting they should make crowns.
With some Burger King crowns, glue sticks, glitter, glitter glue pens,
and gems, the women created their crowns.
Watching these women in excitement as they learned how to use glue
sticks and squeeze the glitter pens was humbling. I wonder if I would have shared the same
excitement creating a Burger King crown with a couple of simple supplies. When they finished, they wore their crowns
like daughters of the king!
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