The only thing that should be washing up on beaches is foam.
And smooth pebbles.
And ivory shells.
And century old messages in bottles.
Not boys.
Not toddlers.
Not people.
Not tiny humans completely dressed for a journey.
I laid in bed last night.... face down, hands crowning my face - in shreds over what's happening to real individuals on the other side of the waters.
Not knowing what to do. Shaking my fist at the sky. Shaking my faith. Shaking my head, and scratching it.
Why? Why is this happening? Why am I tucked between freshly laundered sheets when babies and their families are capsizing trying to flee?
What? What is actually taking place? What am I supposed to do about it?
God!
That loved child, face down in the sand, toddler bottom perched up in the air - like he's taking a mid-day nap - my heart can't handle the depravity.
That photo put a small face on a giant problem.
That picture screamed humanity.
And it screams at me.
And I'm broken.
Two year old boys should be basking in worlds of soccer balls and toy trucks and imagination... not escaping on the Mediterranean.
Two year old boys should be playing in sand boxes... not lying lifeless on sanded beaches.
But no.
Because of the unrest in his country - he has now been laid to rest.
And I lament it.
And so should you.
And we should mourn for this child who's lungs filled with sea.
This makes me punch air. And it makes me pray fervently.
God! Give me my role! Give them relief!
Can you imagine the life of a refugee? Simply seeking safety? Simply wanting life?
No matter brown, white, black, purple, yellow, rainbow, or polkadots...
No matter head scarf around crown, or cross dangling from neck, or jewel on forehead, or null of faith all together - if people are being persecuted, ravaged, hunted, oppressed, forsaken - no matter their faith or lack of one - no matter their status, nationality, or gene pool - they are our neighbor.
And they should be helped as such.
These are humans!
Houston has many displaced people. Help me to forge through fear, and reach out Father!
I don't know the complexities of war that are pounding parts of the world. I don't know solutions. I don't exactly know what prime ministers, and presidents, and governments, and organizations should work out here. I offer no intelligence on that.
But what I lack in mental prowess on these matters, I pray I more than make up for in heart feelings.... that lead to hands, extended.
I am asking for aid to be given, assignments to be handed, salvation to be implanted, and for revelation from Him to come to all.
