Some afternoons, evenings, I’ll sit here in my room and think about my life, worry about “all” of the problems that I have. Tonight, I got a slap in the face for that.
I came across a story about a nine year old girl in Uganda who has cancer, is HIV+ and has swelling on her face from the cancer that has grown greatly in size since they first discovered it. And I remember worrying about the zit on my chin this morning.
I feel selfish, I feel spoiled. I feel broken for this girl who doesn’t have enough money to have treatment for her sickness or even enough energy to endure it. I want to tell her that she is loved, tell her that there is a Healer out there. I want to tell her that He sees her. That He knows her pain. That He hasn’t deserted her.
He thinks that she is beautiful.
And as I cry for this girl, Katie, I forget my troubles. I am gently reminded by my Father that I do not have problems that amount to half the size of this girl’s, and so many others’. I am also gently reminded why I am here. That is to help the broken and the lost. To show love to those who feel unloved. To help bring healing to those who feel too broken to stand again.
Photo by Jessica Koch