I have been reading a blog for a while written by a woman in her early 20s who moved to Uganda about two and half years ago. She moved there and has single-handedly adopted to date 14 orphans there. She is in a third-world country, basically alone, with 14 kids (most of them special needs). Reading her blog kills me. Kills me in a good way.
This particular post, though, particularly struck me. I have talked about the cost a lot in this blog recently, but I am realizing more and more that I have NO IDEA what it means to truly lose my life for the sake of Christ. She really has given up everything for those kids.
I wept when I read it. I was convicted. I was ashamed (not in a bad way). I was humbled.