I Don’t Care

I’m a woman that dreams. And somehow in the whirl of marriage and motherhood and suburban life I have let my dreams take on a very material form. My husband and I work hard and spend as little as possible to get out of debt we incurred before we cared about bills and how they would be paid. My biggest dream is for a new house. I dream of living life care-free, in a spacious, open floor plan with panoramic views. I dream that once I live somewhere different, I will finally be a woman that knows how to decorate, dress, and entertain in all of the “proper” ways.
Fortunately, God gently prods my heart when I get caught up in daydreaming about a different life. He reminds me, “I don’t care about that, and neither should you.”
And, finally, I am listening. In so many ways, He reminds us of His heart, His purpose…that His will is everything. My heart should be focused on glorifying Him and loving His people. Not picking out which lot to build our dream house on. Last night I had the privilege of meeting someone that has worked directly with Destiny Resuce and has personally witnessed the nightmare that is reality for so many impoverished and desperate people in Southeast Asia. Listening to his story, how he answered the call of God to “set captives free” showed me, once and for all, that I don’t care.
I don’t care about my style; I care about the children in the world that are without clothing and shelter.
I don’t care about window treatments; I care about the slaves trapped in windowless rooms, forced to engage in deplorable acts because their life depends on it.
I don’t care about shortening my commute; I care about those with no way out, no place to go, no hope.
I don’t care about social media and “liking” articles and funny pictures; I care about the needs of men and women and children that I will never meet, but can’t possibly ignore.
I don’t care about my wants, I don’t care about a different home, nicer clothes, a different neighborhood, popularity or book sales.
I don’t care about that. It doesn’t matter. It never will.
I do care about pleasing the Lord. I care about letting Him break my heart again and again for a world in need. A world that is crying out for relief, for the nightmare to be over. I care about offering my life to Him, my talents for Him to use as He wills.
And I only care because He cares. Because He first lived us, we can love others as He calls us to.
God hears. He is listening. He is calling us to act, to participate, to rise together and cry, “Enough! Not on our watch.”
No more children being used as toys for perverted, distorted pleasure. No more hungry bellies when we have so much to share. No more hearts searching for God and not being loved in His name. No more gossip, slander, and judgmental tones.
There isn’t time.
This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it. I will offer Him my time, my dreams, and my talents to use for His glory because that is why we are here.
#endhumantrafficking #BringBackOurGirls

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