For the past several months I have been subscribing the blog for a place called “Real Hope for Haiti Rescue Center” — a clinic and a place that serves needy, (often malnourished) children.
It seems to be a wonderful ministry, but I won’t lie — the blog is heartbreaking to read. HEARTBREAKING. I often find myself in tears after reading it. It doesn’t sugar-coat the pain, suffering and poverty that often occurs there. Many children find physical health and healing there, but not all of them do. Many end up in the arms of Jesus.
As difficult as it is to read, though, and as tempted as I have been to “desubscribe” to it — it would be so easy to shut this kind of thing off and pretend it doesn’t exist — I won’t let myself. I know it’s good for my soul to see this stuff. It puts things in perspective.
It can be easy for me to start feeling inklings of discontent: My kitchen cupboards are outdated. My house is old. My Old Navy/Target clothes aren’t the most stylish. My kids often wear hand-me-downs. My computer’s too slow.
Whine, whine, WHINE.
Then I read RHFH’s blog and it puts it all in perspective for me. I have nothing to complain about. NOTHING.
I have a house. I have clothes. I have food. I have a loving husband and healthy children. I have access to good medical care.
Your heart may be broken, but in the best way possible: for some of that which breaks the heart of Christ. May it move us all to deeper prayer and greater hearts to serve those in need of Jesus’ love!