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The moment you feel something and your heart skips a few beats, the moment you see something and you can feel your heart break in two and then as you begin to think about it, your heart breaks into many little pieces... yet the thought of that something is keeping your heart beating...with all it's broken pieces. 

What's your heartbeat? What makes your heart race? What makes you want to just drop everything and follow the beat of your heart?

I do know that the heart is evil and it can not be trusted, but when the heartbeat is from God, there's nothing that can stop it from beating.

The world. The children. The families struggling to provide. The need for guidance.

Here and around the world. I have been learning something really important lately. My dream ever since I could remember is to start an orphanage...God has been challenging me. There are so many orphans out there...I've seen the numbers, I've seen the faces...but what I have failed to see are the faces of the families who are so in love with their kids but they just don't have enough resources to provide for them. What about them?

My mind, my world- has been so small. If I want to make any lasting changes, I must start with loving the family, caring for the family. I am certainly not saying, stop loving on the orphans-but as you do that, involve the community.

I feel as if in 3rd world countries, white people are the hero's, we make things better. No. We do not. We sometimes come in and with our actions say "you can't do it, I know how, let me." Instead of saying "Let me help you right where you're at." By our standards, living a circular hut with no lights, a roof that is leaking- that is not an acceptable place for the kids to live in, however that is all they have. So our job should be- to come a long side of the family, help...key word right here HELP and fix up the roof, train the parents in some vocational skills, offer to watch the children while they learn/work. 

This isn't just for the 3rd world country world- its for here as well. So many parents can't afford day care, nor do they have degrees, some by choice some not, and we don't do anything about it. Gosh, I just love the the world and I absolutely despise it. Our culture, (this doesn't just happen here) is so focused on "Me, myself and I." Its sickening.

That is my heartbeat. That is what breaks my heart yet continues to beat with all it's broken pieces.


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