I’m afraid some of you have misunderstood.
There have been words thrown at me the last couple of weeks – godly, good, brave, crazy…
I’m not worthy of any of them (except maybe that last one).
The Mercy House is a home God is building. My family is honored to be on the construction crew, along with our fellow laborers, Maureen, and people just like you. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see those words reflected. I see a scared woman who sleeps too little and worries too much. She tries to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders and remembers when the burden is too heavy to give it back to God.
Our family isn’t any different than yours. We are ordinary people. Our garbage can stinks. Our kids talk back and throw fits in open places. Our marriage is a miracle. Our dog looks longingly at her leash. We are just like you.
My hubby the other night after hammering dozens of copper pendants said, “So this is what it feels like to jump off a cliff?”
Then I cried. “Free-falling, isn’t so bad, huh?”
I’m just like you. I was just given a glimpse into God’s heart (the poor) and I couldn’t turn away.
Now that I have seen….
I am responsible.
We are ordinary. God is anything but.
When you look into my life if you seen anything out-of-the-ordinary, He gets the glory for it.
Are you standing on the edge? The first step off into the unknown is terrifying. But don’t worry, He won’t let you fall.
He is extraordinary.
**The story behind the song is truly an example of the extraordinary. It’s about a little orphaned girl named Albertine from Rwanda. You can hear her story here.