Today in my scheduled reading of Romans 10, verse 15 jumped off the page and embedded itself in my soul. Pointing back to Isaiah, it says “How beautiful are the feet of those who announced the gospel of good things”
This past week. I saw them. I saw the beautiful feet of those working in the local church day and night. I saw the Pastors, tutors, teachers, cooks and translators sharing the gospel through words and deeds. I saw the local church doing what God called it to do. And I saw, as the Message translation so perfectly says, “A sight to take your breath away! Grand processions of people telling all the good things of God!” There were processions, there were testimonies and there were declarations of what God is doing through the local church.
Through Compassion International we get to support the work. We get to be a part of releasing children one by one from the cycle of poverty. And when we do that we not only release a child, but the ripple effect to the family, the siblings, the local church and into the community is evident. I witnessed it. I saw it. I believe in the work that is being done. I’m once again overwhelmed to be a part of the call to carry the Gospel with Compassion partners around the world. And for that part , I am honored.
To be able to see my sweet Jasilil again, visit her church, home and her mother was a gift. She has grown so tall and 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 the same sport that I played through college, 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋! I continue to pray for her and her dream to become a Flight Attendant one day (which is also my secret ambition). I know that through the support she receives she will succeed. She will chase her dreams and break the cycle. This I know.
Check out my link to be apart of the work and begin a one on one relationship with a child today: compassion.com/Aspire
In Jesus Name!
A collection of writings from a life based on the truth that about midnight anything can happen.
As an imperfect servant of the Lord, I often feel I am fumbling my way through life, looking upward for guidance and outward to love. So, I write about it, to break up the noise in my head.