Every stride I took into reality, the insufficiency just flaunts its extensiveness so blatantly!
Every glimpse of the Father's heart,
reveals a Love so deep who can fathom but those who chooses to acknowledge.
It has been a good weekend, getting my hands full on the countless first-times: worship leading, celebrating Children's day as an adult, driving, and going on the streets. The novelty is intriguing- a feeling which spurs us to continue to explore new things, the good things which have come into existence by Your hands! Thank God for such as these!
But as things are laid out and placed side by side, I now see a comparison. A novelty triggers the inert portion of our hearts, because we are wired this way, but it goes beyond that if we choose to see! Amongst the many first-times, driving gave me a new perspective to be more appreciative to the drivers, and one side of me in fact reflected upon the frailty of lives- for one of the many instances, it seriously felt like life/lives was/were between the hands of the driver. That control gave me fear. So I wanna thank God for safety, and the thrill, and the favor!
Amongst all the first-times, I think the walk on the street touched me the most. It's a realization: one that speaks about an area many chose to turn a blind eye upon, even from the reach of law. Nefarious was a movie which spoke about blatant reality, and today the walk on the street brought me to the forefront, where the street ladies stood.
It's easy to be distracted by our expectations/results, but as I reflected upon it, I'm thankful I was a part of what went on. There are many rooms for imagination about how things could have been like, and one such would be this: imagine a life without light, and every "gifts" only come in the forms of transactions. Those were wonderful ladies, who for various reasons, stood on the streets.
I don't know how much giving a flower meant to them, and how much love can a brief conversation bring. But those smiles, those gratitude, those spirits that were touched, I saw through their eyes a glimpse of hope- a hope that preserves a slightly rekindled belief in humanity.
We just wanted to show them Jesus loves them, and we wanted to show them that we love them too. A love that comes in the form of intentional stop-bys to engage them and talk with them, to shake their hands when perhaps all they ever had was filthy touches, to give them a flower to tell them that they are beautiful beyond the make ups or their working attires. It was dark, but I wanna quote that even in the darkest of darkness, we shine God's light.
I want to believe that the breakthroughs will come in God's timing, and I want to pray that men would be able to control their sex drive, that indeed the stronghold of lust and evilness will collapse in these places in Jesus's name! Restore their identity as God's children, and really O God, I pray that You will work Your divine plans, and I press in for the expansion of Your Kingdom into these areas!
Lord God, bless Your children, and let tonight be the night where they will be ministered to.
