You don’t leave us the same.
His voice shook the building,
words exploding in heavy sophistication,
sending shivers to my breathless heart.
If I am struggling with the same things as yesterday, if I am frightened from the same reasons from when I was a child, if I am being held captive by burdens I won’t shake away, if I am living selfishly without His heart in mine, if I am not serving others with the right mindset, then where is my faith?
Coarse, blistered hands held upwards,
feet shuffling background beat,
reminiscent of rolling thunder and this laborious week,
voices rising, pleading, what their hearts are feeling,
everyday, a neverending feast of praise.
Again I am humbled, repeatedly, inevitably, by the warm hearts filled with love shared for one another, for the less privileged, for wonder, for their own strong, unshaken faith.
No, Malawi, you don’t leave us the same at all.
