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HIS Spirit is Strong in Me

The past few weeks have been busy, yet wonderful. The Lord has blessed me in so many amazing ways. With all 14 schools starting on Monday and more and more of our children getting education, I see such a beautiful future in place for each of them. I've been moving to pay the school fees for the children in our program, and it's amazing to see their faces when they know they don't have to worry about school. I was in Kamanga 2 weeks ago, and the children found out we paid for their fees and their uniform. I was in the car and they all came running. I got out and was taken over by the hugs from each of them. So many just said, "Thank you SO much" with a HUGE smile on their faces. Seriously, it doesn't get much better than that.

The Lord has been pressing his love for these orphans and these people into my heart lately. The other day I was driving through town, which is pure chaos--if I haven't told you already. People were crossing the road any time they wanted, the cars were swerving in and out, and I was overwhelmed again at how many people are actually moving around me. I felt myself getting stressed and frustrated. When the car in front of me finally moved, I stepped on the gas only to slam on the brake because a man decided to cross the street. I'm just going to be honest here. I looked at him with anger in my heart. I was mad at him. Immediately, the words, "Megan, I LOVE HIM. Just like I love you." O-U-C-H. I was immediately humbled and asked the Lord for forgiveness.

It's crazy sometimes. The Lord calls us to go, spread his name to the NATIONS so that he will be glorified, yet some of the very people we are ministering to can be a victim of our hatred and anger. I was so convicted. I look at these orphaned children and I have the love of Christ for them, but I look at the man or the woman, who used to be the very child I'm here for, and lack compassion at times.

That small experience reminded me of how BIG, GRACIOUS, MERCIFUL, FAITHFUL, and COMPASSIONATE our God is. I should be bearing the same fruit because I should be walking in the footsteps of my gracious and loving Savior. The fact that my God can love every single person on this earth, baffles and humbles me. He knows every persons prayer before they speak it. He knows every single action before they take it. And He knows every single thought before they even know it. How big is our God?

I pray that my God would sow in me His heart for the NATION of Zambia. Because every person in this nation is an orphan. We are all orphans. And if I'm here to serve the orphans, Lord bring on the NATION. :)

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