I believe that God looks at His creation often and is smiling, excited and His eyes are glowing with joy.
But then I wonder what happens to His heart when He sees the way some of His children are treated.
I am overwhelmed with emotion when our hearts break like His, when our hearts and eyes see things the way He sees them.
Sharon and Tachi found an elderly woman laying on the ground outside of the Café a couple of days ago. Sharon called me and I came right over. Looking down at her, her eyes were filled with a mix of something I hadn’t seen before….fear and joy.
As I asked her a few questions, I could tell that she might have had a stroke and was very lost and confused. She couldn’t tell me anything about where she had come from, and the only piece of information I got from her was her name, Katherine.
She had actually been walking naked but someone near our Café had given her a robe to put on, so when we saw her she had on an oversized robe with a huge gash on her leg. She smiled and told us that she loved us and as I thanked her and told her I loved her too.
My mind was overwhelmed…This is God’s child. Lost. Alone. Hurt.
The amount of people walking past her broke my heart. The way people stopped and stared made me so angry that I finally started asking them if they knew this woman, as they all would say no I would then ask them if they are stopping and staring because they want to help us. Only one of the many passerby’s that I asked the second question to actually stopped and helped.
As the crowd around that was helping asked me what I thought we should do, I prayed for an answer. For some reason in this situation all I could think about was calling 911. Calling for someone to come pick up and help this elderly lost woman.
But there is no 911. There is no Urgent Care Calling. There is no Silver Alert.
As I waited for Mark to bring the car, Katherine continued saying that she loved us. I kept thinking, please don’t say that, please don’t love us, we really can’t help you.
The Katherine’s of this country have few options. They are forgotten. My mind began doing the usual wandering of how important it is to have a place for these precious children of God that have spent their time here on earth and are in between the stage of earth and heaven.
When I put Katherine into the back seat of our car, I saw my precious grandmother. I closed the door and sat up front, sunglasses on, tears welling up and thinking about her.
My sweet grandmother was an INCREDIBLE woman. Strong-willed, compassionate, loving. (Hmm, maybe I’ve gotten some of this from her) She raised a huge family of amazing people and her legacy lives on through this clan in so many ways. She also had Alzheimer’s and was actually found wandering the neighborhood a few times.
I looked at Katherine and it meant more to me than I could explain. I had to help my grandmother, but I felt like my hands were tied, my options were non-existent. As we ended up bringing her to a hospital/clinic in the next city over that took her, for now, I felt defeated.
As I laid my head down that night, I could feel my chest tighten. I kept thinking of how God’s heart must feel. Every. Day. EVERYDAY.
Overwhelmed with sadness.
Tears streaming at seeing His children naked, hungry, lost and hurting.
Seeing the Katherine’s wandering the streets with passerby’s stopping and staring but not lifting a finger.
I feel like ever since I moved to Haiti my heart has started bleeding and has never stopped. The pain, sadness and suffering that are experienced every day are unexplainable. And if it weren’t for PRAYER, an amazing team and the unwavering knowledge that God has SENT me here for HIS purpose and vision…I think I KNOW I would turn into a bleeding mess.
I know that the Battle has been WON….but being in the trenches sometimes it’s easy to forget that. Because until we get to heaven, our heart breaks for what breaks His heart, and so my heart is bleeding, with His.
Please pray with me, for the Katherine’s not just here in Haiti but all over the world. Pray for our team here that only God could have put together, for their courage, strength and endurance IN CHRIST. And pray for all the bleeding that happens in our hearts here in Haiti.