Just a Prayer

Dear lord,

God I pray over these children. I pray Lord for your love to cover them so completely, God, that loneliness and despair are gone. I pray that their hearts are filled with your love and blessing. That despite their worn and torn clothing, they know they are uncontrollably beautiful to you. I pray that in these next few days that your love POURS through my body unto them. That through my eyes they will see your jealousy for them. That through my smile they will know your love. That trough my touch they will know your tender, gentle comforting nurture. Through my words, even in english, they will hear your pride in them. God as they fall asleep without anyone to kiss them goodnight, fill their spirits. As they spend their day wandering release your joy in them. I pray they feel your power and love, your grace and truth. Out of everything this week let them know your love for them. I know only a portion of your love, but even by that glimmer I am sustained and complete. I can feel your love for them so intensely it hurts, and I cannot leave this place without them being aware of that love. I pray for those moments coloring, playing cards, dancing, and just sitting that they see you in me. Show yourself, come God and make this place your sanctuary.

Continue lord to break my heart for what breaks yours. Show me the reality of the conditions of which I see. Strip me of myself and take over my life. I surrender my agenda to yours. Make these days slow and intentional.

Thank you God, thank you for your grace, your mercy and your deep, never ending, unconditional, satisfying love. Thank you for this opportunity and I thank you for showing yourself to me through these children. I thank you that through their eyes I see your jealousy for me. Thank you that through their smiles I know your love. Thank you that through their touch I know your tenderness. Thank you that through their words ({my} munzungo) I know your pride for me.

You said "to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor." Isaiah 61

I trust you.

Amen