Here I
  am yet again with a blank page in front of me.
  Wanting to share my heart and wondering how I am going to express to you in words the last few months of being in Africa.
  How am I going to paint the picture of the squatter camp where children come to school with wounds from the beatings the night before.
  Or about the countless orphans that follow us down the dusty roads for miles just to be held for a few minutes.
  How do I portray a mother with AIDS and no way to feed her babies because she is shunned by society.
  How do I put into words the smell that overtakes you as you walk into the hospital filled with dieing people.
  How do I describe what it feels like to hold a five month old baby boy, that is nothing but skin and bone, and try to love him with out breaking him.
  What about the blow to the stomach every time that I am met with a hopeless situation,

It is a painful experience to enter into someone else's wound. To touch it, taste it, breathe it in. It hurts so much to hold the orphan you know is being abused in an orphanage, to look into the hopeless eyes of that mother in the slums, or to sleep on the streets with prostitutes. It would be so much easier to just walk away. Yet in these moments, is when God shows me His power. Right there in the middle of the pain. In the midst of my helplessness, He is strong. In the midst of my unbelief, He believes. In the midst of my hopelessness, He is hope.

I never have enough to give to the people I encounter. If I have $10 in my pocket, they need $100. If I have a bag of food, they need enough to feed a family of 18. If I have a moment for a kind word or a smile, they need arms that will hold them for hours and never let them go. I don't have enough money. I don't have enough food. I don't have enough time. I don't have enough.

But God does. And oh, is He faithful! The more I "go", the more I realize that He has already gone before me. And He stays behind when I leave. In my lack of words, I watch Him whisper "I love you" into the ears of people who so desperately need to hear it from their Father. He is not in a hurry. He is not out of money. He does not have a plane to catch, or a boss to please, or a job to do. He is not limited by the present, or bound by the past. He can see the future. He does not wrinkle his nose at the smell of sewage, or shy away from the leper's diseased hand. He is not overwhelmed by the poverty, dismayed at the illness, or afraid for His people.

He just is. And He is enough.