We feel like we’re waking up after a ridiculously long slumber. Not a refreshing power nap, but the kind where you fall asleep on the couch and wake up four hours later with your hair mooshed to one side and dried drool crusting your eyelids closed. Disoriented. Drugged. Yeah, that’s how we feel.
We’re waking up to the poverty in the world, the helpless hopeless. For too long, we didn’t want to hear about suffering. We focused on our own pain and shut out the world. Then God blew our minds.
He has such gigantic plans. He can use us to do gigantic things for His kingdom. We are no longer content to shut out the world and curl in our beds with the covers up over our ears. We’re waking giants. The unlikeliest people chosen to care. And there’s no turning back.
Tags: Extreme Poverty
