Tonight I feel small against the backdrop of the stories playing out across the face of the earth. Like a whisper against a roar of voices, all so constant that they pitch into a deafening static.
The news makes my mind reel. A first hand account of an orphanage leaves me without words. There is corruption. There is ignorance. There is injustice. There is violence. There is destitution. There is evil.
Things are as they ought not to be.
My whole soul aches and grieves. There is so many faces to the brokenness of Man, the wretchedness of our sin- the scope of it is overwhelming.
I want to change it all. I can't . There is not enough of me.
So i want to pray for it all and never get off my knees. I can't. There is not enough words. Not enough time.
And then i consider, in a pained pause: if even my small heart is deeply moved, I who see and know so little, how the heart of God must mourn over us! Him Who sees and knows all! How great and incomprehensible must be the depths of His compassion.
Comfort arrives embodied in this knowledge that I only feel in part and know in part- but that there is One Who both knows fully, and Whose love surpasses mine fully-as an ocean surpasses a mere thimbleful of brine.
There is not enough capacity in my little self either to comprehend the pain of the earth, or to make it right. But My God is Enough. He is the All Sufficient One. On Him alone my hope rests. He is my Peace.
He will right wrong. He will restore. He will overcome evil. He will make all things new. And He will come.
There is always dark before the Dawn. But it is not enough to hinder the day.
