The Heart of God

I have seen the very heart of God.

I just returned from a two-week trip to Medellin, Colombia. I’ve been to about 18 or 19 countries now, and I have to say that Colombia captured me in a way I’ve never seen before. I don’t really know where to begin, to be honest. I could start with the first day I arrived; where only an hour after I dropped my bags in the house where I stayed, we hit the streets and saw Jesus heal 3 people. One of whom felt fire rush down his back, and with wide eyes asked us “what just happened to me?” We were able to explain Who had just healed him.

I have about a hundred stories swimming through my head of amazing testimonies, and miraculous healings that took place, but I want to elaborate on my opening statement:

I have seen the heart of God.

I saw it in a little girl who, although she had nothing, gave away her hat after she was given a t-shirt.

I saw it in a man named Jason, who was strung out on drugs and living on the street with nothing more than the clothes on his back, but after being healed, he looked up and thanked God and yelled “What Grace, What Grace!”

I saw it in faces of the street kids as we played soccer with them on a beautiful green field, using a couple of logs for goal posts.

I saw it in a crazy Colombian ghetto, where on streets lined with children passed out from sniffing glue, prostitutes, and homeless drug addicts; God showed up and touched them with His love, and for possibly the first time in many of their lives, they saw that they had value.

I saw it in a taxi driver, who bought me a pack of crackers at a gas station with the little money he had because he didn’t want me to be hungry in the airport. He also spoke just enough English (and understood enough of my Spanish) to pray the Lord’s blessing and protection over my life as we approached the airport to leave.

I am so thankful for my family, friends, church, education… the list goes on forever… I’m extremely blessed. But in all of the many amazing things in my life, I have never felt as alive and full of joy as I was on the streets of Medellin, where I both shared and witnessed the heart of God. The hungry are always filled, and there is an amazing hunger in Colombia for God. I hope to return next summer to spend a few more months there.

I’m overwhelmed to have been able to take part in sharing the love of God in Colombia. He is SO GOOD! Thank you to any and all who supported me in going!