What you say always speaks to what I
need…But what if I can’t hear you?
I feel empty. I don’t feel passionate about anything right now. My passion for music and people and life and even Africa feels as though it’s being sucked out of me and all that’s left is the dull thud of my heart. All I can do is continue breathing and I’ll put one foot in front of the other as the Lord quietly tells me where to go next…But as I read Kisses from Katie I feel the passion for Africa stir.
I feel empty. I don’t feel passionate about anything right now. My passion for music and people and life and even Africa feels as though it’s being sucked out of me and all that’s left is the dull thud of my heart. All I can do is continue breathing and I’ll put one foot in front of the other as the Lord quietly tells me where to go next…But as I read Kisses from Katie I feel the passion for Africa stir.
I only found about this book a couple weeks ago when 3 people randomly told me throughout the same day that I need to read it...As I read her story I feel as though I can relate to her in so many ways even though I haven't been to Africa in four years. She has this passion for the people and she has this love that she seems to just pour out on the them...This love that can only come from Christ.
As I read her words I just know…That is where I need to be. For
some crazy, stupid reason the bugs and the dirt and the stench bring tears to
my eyes. That is where I want to be…That is where I need to be. I need to be on
that land with those children who have nothing but the clothes on their back
and each other. I need to walk in that dirt and be surrounded by the beautiful,
vast landscape. I need to sleep under the star filled, wide sky with the bugs
that will probably be crawling all over me while I sleep. I need to feel the
hot sun beating down on my face as I walk through the dry heat towards a hut
where a family sits together hungry and sick. My heart breaks for them as I see
pain in their eyes, but I have been sent to tell that there is hope. There is hope
in the darkest of nights, there is hope in the exhaustion and sadness.
I need to
know what it’s like to not have the comforts of the life I live now. I don’t
want a pantry full of food. I don’t want a closest full of clothes. I don’t
want a house with seven bedrooms. I want to live in the midst of poverty.
My candle is lit; I am on fire for God
for this place, for theses people.
My purpose here is to spread His light.
One candle can light up my entire room.
Jesus can light up this entire nation,
and my flame can be a part of that.
I am blown away that my God.
who could do this all by Himself,
would choose to let me be a little part of it.
Katie Davis
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