Seeing me..

As I stood there watching her, wanting to take a picture, I realized she was me.

She was made in God's image.
He has a purpose for her life.
He calls her HIS daughter.

The only difference is where we were born.

She feels the pain of a life that I can't even imagine.
Her dreams are hopeless in her eyes.
She has nothing.

My heart sank as I watched a helpless me begging for change.
I saw people walk by as though they didn't see her. She
reached out her hand to touch their legs as though to
say I am real, I am alive, I need your help.

As she sits on the sidewalk begging strangers for change..
I sit in my room begging OUR God for change....

Living in a country with such need, I often find myself
questioning the God that sent me here..
The God that can feed EVERY hungry person.
The God that can meet EVERY need.
The God that can heal EVERY hurting soul.
The God that is looking at EVERY Church saying you are MY HANDS and MY FEET.