Everyday we entered in, we started in this place. There we’d gather to be served hot leafy water before we started the work we came to do. We walked by this wall over and over again throughout our time there, coming and going. No one knew what the red characters meant until the end of the week.
“The greatest goodness is like water.”
“Nurture orphans with a merciful heart.”
That is what hangs on their wall as their mantra.
When we left that place at the end of the week, I had only the energy to send my husband a one-line text.
I am poured out.
There, over the course of only one week, that was where we all were. Poured out.
It looked like this.
and like this.
and like this.
and like this.
It looked like this.
and like this.
and like this.
It looked different for each one of us as we served in the ways we were called to serve. Teaching, rocking, playing, talking, laughing, asking, hearing, cheering, loving. We were poured out. Our unguarded hearts emptied and left fragile. But, that’s right where we all wanted to be at the end of this trip—vulnerable and in need, longing to be filled again and desperate for the One who was near and able to do just that.
