As my heart began to break for the ounces of His heart He revealed to me, He held me and wiped my tears although I longed to wipe His. There is a taboo in a child seeing their parents cry, but that summer with my community in the Philippines allowed me the bittersweet gift of seeing my Father cry.
I know our Father read this and smiled, 1 Corinthians 9:19-23, you have become a servant to all for the sake of the gospel. In the South Asian spaces, a place of safety, in Manila, you are His reflection. So grateful to know you on this side of Heaven :)
"He held me and wiped my tears although I longed to wipe His." This is so beautifully written.
I know our Father read this and smiled, 1 Corinthians 9:19-23, you have become a servant to all for the sake of the gospel. In the South Asian spaces, a place of safety, in Manila, you are His reflection. So grateful to know you on this side of Heaven :)