This week my purses from Heartline arrived and I went through them all and I picked the special one that I will keep and I began to wear it’s burlap glory out into the world.
My heart now speaks a name when I pick up my daily bag of books for my wanderings. The name of it’s creator *. I echo Venette’s name to our Creator. And I am glad. I walk alongside her daily, though I have never have walked in her shoes.
I will have a purse party in a few weeks, to share this glory with others; to share our wealth with a world of need. Even buying can have purpose. Christmas can be a season of conscious change . . . . of choices that are good for all.
Haiti is a tent world now; post disaster, people survived. They still survive, hanging on daily in their tent world, eking out daily water and food and cleanliness and comfort in the midst of a place we wouldn’t camp.
and now there’s cholera.
And now I’m crying.
Mercy across the miles makes my heart ache for women in a land so far away.
For the orphaned children who have already endured so much.
Thank Jesus I serve the God of Enough because I feel so very small.
But I will speak:
Mercy. Hope. Peace. Joy. Thankfulness. Deliverance. Goodness. Rescue.
Where the Spirit of God is there is . . . . . . Life.
*(each bag is signed by the Haitian artist who designed/sewed it)