His Grace is Deeper

j0401561 The kids are clinging to you and fighting with each other.  The socks are piling up and none of them match.  It’s hot out and no one wants to go out and play.  The milk spills, and the dog walks through it onto the white carpeting.  You’ve said it.  I’ve said it.  I’ve said it probably more times than you. 

I’m Done

I’m finished

I’ve had it.

I can’t take it anymore.

But I’m learning that that’s not true.  I canYou can

Corrie Ten Boom, who was a Holocaust survivor, said it so well, “There is no pit that is so deep that God is not deeper still.”  Corrie survived the horror of concentration camp life.  She witnessed atrocities around her every day, every minute.  She held on to Jesus and found that He was indeed enough for her.

To go on

to finish

to take more…

There is no end to God’s grace. 

If Corrie did it, we can too.  Our day to day issues, worries and struggles are no match to what she went through.  God promised her, and promises us that:

 He began a good work in us and will carry it to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. “Philippians 1:6

His grace is deeper than we know.  I’m going to practice NOT saying things like, “I’ve had enough” for awhile.

Writing Might Be Better Than Shouting

When you see something awful happening around you, what do you do about it?  Do you internalize it, or talk about it?  Do you write about it, or forget about it?  When I was about 10, I read Corrie Ten Boom’s “A Hiding Place” for the first time.  It was the first time I really understood what happened in World War 2, and I was shocked beyond words.  My Grandma and Grandpa are both Dutch, just like Corrie was, each of their parents coming over on the boat.

I remember clear as day my Grandma standing by her sink and me sitting at her table just chit-chatting, when I asked her, “Grandma, what did you know about the concentration camps when the war was going on?  Why didn’t anybody stop it?”  I remember her face falling, as she shook her head and turned away, she said, “We just didn’t know, we just didn’t know.”  She got very quiet then so I just left it alone.  I decided to talk to my Dad about it later.  He told me about how the Nazi’s made sure to keep those places hidden and secret, and it was way before the news was so global and fast.

I was so unsettled that day I felt like someone should have told.  Someone should have shouted from the hills that something was very wrong, and those people needed help.  That unsettledness has never left me.  When I see injustice, I want to shout about it.  I want everyone to know.  I want to mess up people’s comfortable lives, letting them know that someone somewhere is suffering as much as they are comfortable.

As I’ve gotten older and wiser, I realize that shouting doesn’t help.  I realize that statements like, “Enjoy your Lucky Charms because kids are dying around the world from hunger” don’t really work.  What I have realized is that telling stories does work.  People connect with stories.  India and Warrior Dash-Maddie 104

I can not wait to write down the stories we collected in India.  I am hoping they motivate you to action.  I am hoping eyes are opened, and people are helped.  More than anything, I hope that God advances His Kingdom in Southern India, and little girls like the one above has a chance for a hope and a future.