Just Trust Jesus

    For once in my life, I think I'm at a loss of words. Everyone at home has asked me about my experience while away and I can give them two minute stories but it just feels so inadequate in comparison to what I literally saw The Lord do. I've went over a million different ways I could say a million different things to try and help people understand something, anything. The truth is, there is no way I can begin to explain the extreme injustice I stood in the midst of. I am befuddled, in mind and heart, at how quickly time leaves, and I'm so reminded that my life truly is a vapor. I can close my eyes and still see clear blue ocean waves in Kona, with the sun sitting behind it at dusk. I can sit still and hear the monk chants that use to ring up and down the dust streets of Cambodia. Then, I open my eyes and see a TV glowing. I feel like precious time is being taken for granted. When I lay in bed at night and my eyes get adjusted to the dark room, I just look at all my stuff; very useless stuff just sitting collecting dust all around me, stuff that makes me feel so hallow. My heart knows that as I just lay there trying to drift into peaceful sleep, women around the world are forced to spend their nights giving mean pleasure as their children watch them, because they have no where else to go than with mom to work. I am so finite without Jesus. Laying in bed at night worrying that I'm wasting my life, I just hear the Lord whisper sweetly, "Do you trust Me, do you trust Me? You have to trust Me." Jesus is bigger, even when everything seems so wrong or too helpless to even think about, Jesus is still so much larger than any injustice. He defeated sin! He defeated sin for me! How can I just be passive wallowing and watching darkness after what He did for me?

"Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise," says The Lord; "I will place him in the safety for which he longs." Ps.12:5