Jeremy and I have spent a LOT of time talking recently about what moves our hearts. We’ve wrestled with the tension between living settled versus living complacent. We used to think that if we weren’t doing something BIG, then we weren’t living a significant life. Now, I think that I’m starting to believe that living a significant life comes first. And your significance can be found in so many different places– including right in the stillness of your heart.
Just being the perfect you that God created you to be is good. It’s enough to start right there and let that sink in as deeply as it can– because once it does sinks in, it will sprout roots and those spiritual roots will grow deepen and spread to support the dreams that will inevitably break through the soil in due time.
So what moves us? Our daughter, who this morning at 4-years-old, looked up into my eyes with tears streaming down her face and asked me why we can’t go get Teri Lynn so that she can be a part our family? And as we prayed for her, tears flooded my eyes and drowned my heart. Jeremy had the same response. She is facing a death sentence, unless…unless someone chooses to love her– the same way that Jesus chose to love me.
We know now. THEY are who move our hearts. I don’t know what that means for our family exactly, and I don’t know how that will play out in our lives. I’m not sure where we go next. But at least we know– finally. Jeremy pointed it out today, that these kids who have no advocates and live in deplorable conditions who are just waiting for a place to call home, the move us. They challenge us to live differently. And maybe…just maybe, we can tell their stories.
Seeing their pain is so difficult. But looking away doesn’t help either. We’re open, God. We’re waiting, Father. Use our scarred and imperfect hearts to help free theirs.