A Lover of the Unloved

   The other night, I awoke from an unforgettable dream. The dream took place in a very poor hospital in a third world country. There was a young, sickly girl giving labor. When she gave birth, the little girl came out premature, and covered with sores. There was not a chance that this little girl would live especially with the lack of good health care. The mother of the young girl giving birth quickly placed the baby on the other side of the room in fear of getting her daughter sick. As soon as the child was set down on the table, I rushed over and gathered her into my arms. For the only hour of her life, I held her, sang to her, and prayed that this little girl would go straight back to her Fathers arms. I was helpless, but I could love.

   I couldn't shake the reality of that dying baby girl. I began to talk to God about what that dream meant. And I realized that God has called and is preparing me for doing things of that nature. Giving love to the ones who would live their entire lives, no matter the length, without love. I am not a doctor, I am not a politician, I am not a person of great influence, BUT I am a daughter of the King. And being that has taught me what real love is!

    Abba, You are good! We are unworthy of Your love and yet you lavish it on us! Daddy, I just want you. I look at this world and my heart breaks from all the pain and hurt; I cant even imagine how You feel. But I want too. I want to know Your heart. Teach my heart to love like You do and make me strong enough to do it. I cant do this without You and I definitely dont even want to try. Fill me up God, I am desperate for more of You. Amen.