brokenness gets talked about a lot these days. how it's necessary, but hard and how we can't really be real without it. i've also thought about brokenness often, but ironically, spiritual and emotional brokenness has become more understandable in light of physical brokenness. this week i actually got through a whole work week without wearing my cast. yet at the end of each day my hand would ache reminding me that there was something not quite right. my hand needed to rest and be cared for. it needed to be paid attention to so that it can finish healing.
the soul is like that too. an ache exists within us to remind us that there is something that is not quite right. something needs to be healed. that ache remains until we take the time to rest and receive the care that is available to us. sometimes we need to be the source of healing for someone else's aching soul.
tonight i attended a photo exhibition on human rights in africa. marten youseff has his photos on display at the Vancouver Public Library until June 14th. there are also some articles he wrote while living in Africa. it was very moving for me, especially in light of just having been there. poignant pictures that capture the heart of the people he saw. stories that echo throughout that land but are still unique to the person telling it. pictures that could likely be replicated to a certain degree yet capturing a single moment that has now past. The pictures and the stories are a reminder that God is moving in this heart of mine. more importantly He is moving in the hearts of people who live on a continent thousands of kilometres from the comfort and excess of the life that i lead. He has not forgotten them as He has not forgotten us.
I hope my hand aches, ever so slightly, for a very long time.
the soul is like that too. an ache exists within us to remind us that there is something that is not quite right. something needs to be healed. that ache remains until we take the time to rest and receive the care that is available to us. sometimes we need to be the source of healing for someone else's aching soul.
tonight i attended a photo exhibition on human rights in africa. marten youseff has his photos on display at the Vancouver Public Library until June 14th. there are also some articles he wrote while living in Africa. it was very moving for me, especially in light of just having been there. poignant pictures that capture the heart of the people he saw. stories that echo throughout that land but are still unique to the person telling it. pictures that could likely be replicated to a certain degree yet capturing a single moment that has now past. The pictures and the stories are a reminder that God is moving in this heart of mine. more importantly He is moving in the hearts of people who live on a continent thousands of kilometres from the comfort and excess of the life that i lead. He has not forgotten them as He has not forgotten us.
I hope my hand aches, ever so slightly, for a very long time.
1 comment:
Hi Laura,
I am touched to know you were moved by the pictures. Africa is an incredibly place like no other, with so much potential. Very few people see it as such and far too many see it as their stepping stone.
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