it's 2:51 in the morning, and i cannot sleep. i feel as though there's so much that's on my mind, even more that's in my heart... so much that i want to write, to say, to remember... but no pen or key could seem to support the weight of what i wish to say.
this morning, our church will be giving a freewill offering for the disciples in Ukraine. ever since i heard of the crisis in Ukraine over Facebook, every mention of the crisis sent me to a falling devastation in my thoughts. a few times, i prayed for peace and rest to be restored where they were... but i wish my heart had been disturbed even more to pray further for this country and its aching people.
i wrote a letter meant for the church in Ukraine at around 1 AM. it disturbs my heart though that this seems to be the most that i can give... i wish i had more than words or money to offer. my selfish fear is how they may not even matter to them... or how insignificant whatever i may give may be in comparison.
but i'm praying that my pride doesn't befall me. it's not my word that should encourage them--it's God.
i just pray that they feel my heart is with them. i pray that all the more, God would vouch for them in their time of need. i look out my window and find a peaceful land without smoke in the air or the stench of tear gas and burning buildings. and all i hope is that this kind of night comes for Ukraine once again. i know God will do it. God will overcome it all because He loves--and He loves valiantly.
