If I'm being honest, the paragraph I just wrote challenges the part of me that wants to be logical. I don't deserve to be loved like that. I haven't earned it. And the craziest part is I don't have to. I am loved simply because. There is no reason for it. I can't earn it and I will never deserve it, but I will always have it. His love and grace is so overwhelming that every time I start a new sentence, I backspace every letter typed, because there are no words that can succeed in describing the reality of knowing His love and His grace.
I had the opportunity to go to Rwanda, Africa two summers ago. I went with a missions team for the college I attended for three weeks. I have so many distinct memories and mental pictures from the trip, but what I remember most is how the Rwandan people we met loved. We walked into the local high school to a classroom of students who had never seen us before us and knew nothing about us and walked out on the first day with notes, written in their best English and handwriting, that said I love you. We went to churches where they did not have enough money to finish the walls, but they gave us everything they had to eat. We went into the poorest village in the area we stayed, where families and livestock lived together in one small room, and they gave us everything they could give- a bench to sit on and a beautiful dance. Occasionally, I still receive an email from a student I met that always begins with I love you. The people loved us without knowing anything about us. We weren't there long enough to learn everyone's names and we spoke entirely different languages, but they loved us with no reservations. They loved us simply because. We weren't deserving of their love, but they freely gave it to us. It's amazing that our Father loves us the same way, but in an even bigger way.
I have been terrible at consistently writing week after week, therefore, a consistent 14 weeks of prayer has not occurred, but 14 weeks is 14 weeks no matter the days in between. :)Week 4: Colombian guerrillas shot Marcella, Lydia, and Jeffrey's parents because they shared Jesus with others. Pray for their safety.
