What breaks Your heart, breaks mine too.
There is so much I want to write about. So many times these past few days that I've wanted to just start typing in here, but would rather read this book that God is using to stir up my heart for Him. "Revolution in World Missions" by K.P Yohannan.
Today was the first day back to college for me. It was an awesome day. Yet when I got home tonight, after being with my family for a few, I just went upstairs to my room and cried. God broke my heart today as I was looking through His eyes. The hurt in people I see all around me, hurt most people wouldn't see there. A lot of people put on faces that cover their heart, how their truly feeling. Passing out water bottles I encountered so many people on campus today. People I may never see again, yet I know just me giving them a smile as I handed them that water bottle and looking into their eyes could've touched them some how. But it's not me I want them seeing, it's Christ in my eyes I want them to see. I know this year I am going to focus on being more real and deep with people. Rereading an old entry in here about when I met Ben who is genuine with people. I want that in my life. I want true relationships with my classmates, even with my professors. We are all put in each others lives for a reason and we should take that oppurtunity to grow from each other. :)
So much I want to write about, but have no idea where to begin. We are so spoiled. We take so many things for granted. Money controls us so much. Money is the root of all evil. I am seeing that so clearly now more than I thought I knew about how much money controls us. It's sad. It's heart breaking. How careless people are with money. How careless Christians are with money. How careless I was with money, and still am.
I want to see through God's eyes. I want to have the heart of Christ.
I heard this song last night called Father's Eyes by Amy Grant. I really like the chorus. :)
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
Shes got her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just cant be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
Today was the first day back to college for me. It was an awesome day. Yet when I got home tonight, after being with my family for a few, I just went upstairs to my room and cried. God broke my heart today as I was looking through His eyes. The hurt in people I see all around me, hurt most people wouldn't see there. A lot of people put on faces that cover their heart, how their truly feeling. Passing out water bottles I encountered so many people on campus today. People I may never see again, yet I know just me giving them a smile as I handed them that water bottle and looking into their eyes could've touched them some how. But it's not me I want them seeing, it's Christ in my eyes I want them to see. I know this year I am going to focus on being more real and deep with people. Rereading an old entry in here about when I met Ben who is genuine with people. I want that in my life. I want true relationships with my classmates, even with my professors. We are all put in each others lives for a reason and we should take that oppurtunity to grow from each other. :)
So much I want to write about, but have no idea where to begin. We are so spoiled. We take so many things for granted. Money controls us so much. Money is the root of all evil. I am seeing that so clearly now more than I thought I knew about how much money controls us. It's sad. It's heart breaking. How careless people are with money. How careless Christians are with money. How careless I was with money, and still am.
I want to see through God's eyes. I want to have the heart of Christ.
I heard this song last night called Father's Eyes by Amy Grant. I really like the chorus. :)
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
Shes got her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just cant be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.