If you've been following my blog for a while, you may have noticed that I'm extremely passionate about what I believe. I have a huge heart for the poor and the needy and want nothing more than to help them in any way I can. I live by Isaiah 58. My dream is to be surrounded by laughing, smiling, loving people in the heart of Africa. I want to eradicate world poverty. See the church rise up and be the hands and feet of Jesus in a broken world.
All these desires and feelings and passions buzz around in my mind constantly. Every day that passes I reminisce on the people and church of Cuba and think about how desperately I want to go back. But sometimes, on nights like this, I am overwhelmed by my passion. My heart is so burdened by all of it that I feel like I'm going to collapse under the weight. As I sit here and stare at my MacBook Pro, I feel an urge to simply get up, leave everything behind, and fly back to Cuba.
I probably sound insane to you. But you know what sounds insane to me? Sitting here in idleness when there are people in the world that need you, need us, need God's people.
1 comment:
Claudia,
You must ask God to direct your passion. Ask your Father to show you HIS path for you. Your feet must be on His path, His plan. He has a plan.
Walk in it.
He is flowing in your heart. He is allowing this passion.
Janet
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