The wind sweeps across fields from on top of those beautiful mountains. Much as water would find it's path. It's a beautiful cool night in Nasugbu, Batangas. It feels like home.
Recently my team and I were serving at an orphanage in Taytay near Anitpolo City. It was such a moving heartbreaking couple of weeks. The stories of these kids were terrible. So many had been abused living on the streets, or abused by families that had picked them up on the streets, they'd been abandon by their parents, or sold into slavery as babies. These kids had seen the darkness of the world.
At the orphanage we would take turns on the night shift where we'd sleep up with the kids because many of them will wake up from nightmares from their times on the streets or they'd wake up crying asking for their mom or dad. It would be our job to comfort them and get them back to bed. I simply cannot say how hard it was to hear these kids crying out asking for their dads and me having to be the one to be there. It simply isn't right.
As beautiful as it was to see these kids being truly loved in the orphanage it just wasn't right. That's not where these kids should be. They should have homes. They should have a mother and a father. It broke my heart.
But it opened my eyes to see us as we really our. To see what the Father sees.
This world is filled with the fatherless. But not since He has left them but because we ran from home, chasing ourselves. And the Father is waiting there, all through the night, waiting and watching for us to cry out. And in that moment, He is there. He does not delay in His coming, He is there.
It was such a moving and beautiful picture that He revealed to me. Oh what a privilege it is that I get to serve this man named Jesus. What other calling or what else could I ever do that would surpass this.
I really couldn't imagine doing anything else with my life. I've found what I was meant to do. Where ever it is, whatever it looks like, with everything that I have, to serve and know God, and to make Him known.