This morning we had church on Women's Island. It was glorious. All of us worshipping in two different languages. And then they gave us a tour of the island, its history with the genocide, and its bad state that it is in now. But the overwhelming part was Theara (our translator) and her family. They have done and are doing SO MUCH for these people (mostly women and children). They have such amazing visions for the future of the island. It's inspiring and I wish I could be a bigger part in it. Then later today we got to play with the kids again. The love they are so willing to give and accept makes my heart go wild with joy. I am totally in love with them. Funny thing. I never thought I would because I've always told people I don't like kids. And also we did a prayer walk around the neighborhood giving out bags of rice and praying over the families. There was intense poverty there. And in some cases it got to me. What they live in day in and day out is mind numbing. And maybe that's what was happening to me because beyond that I felt nothing. No complete heartbreak or anything. What's wrong with me? Do I even have a heart? My worst fear has come true--that I would not be sensitive to pain--that I would feel nothing...
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