Ripping out your heart
The Watson kids grew up with our kids. Two years ago we went to their graduation and I met Alisha's friend, Kristen. As things go, now she's on the Wo...

The Watson kids grew up with our kids. Two years ago we went to their graduation and I met Alisha's friend, Kristen. As things go, now she's on the World Race in the Philippines. I love her heart and today she writes about what happened to it. Be warned - this story will lodge in your spirit.
into words what I saw? How do I neatly articulate what I witnessed so
that it sounds bearable and human? A week ago my heart was ripped out;
not a neat extraction and primary closure of a wound with clean, trim
edges. No, my heart was ripped out; like Indiana Jones, Temple of Doom
style: God reached in- messily wrapped his gigantic hand around my
heart- yanked as hard as he could - nerve endings
raw and exposed - excruciating pain and large, gaping
wound left to fester-kind of ripped out.
space. Because of her disability Sara is not able to get herself to the bathroom without help so she was left to "just go" and it was easier with less mess if she was not clothed. As a result of lying in the filth, her beautiful tan skin starting growing a fungus which has gone uncared for, for more than a year. Sometimes food would be left for her but with no one to help her eat, it is hard to determine how much food Sara receives and how much the roosters eat. She has been left in these conditions for more than a year with little to no human contact or interaction. When her mother would visit the village she would seldom come to see Sara. Her mother had not spoken to her for about a year.
Dark. Alone. No human touch or love for a year until Matt's group came! And the limited human interaction she had received was unwarranted by an uncle who forced himself upon her shortly after she was initially left there. Villagers claimed not to know what was happening. Everyone turned a blind eye.
cell something welled up inside me that I could not contain. WE WERE REALLY GOING TO LEAVE HER THERE ALONE AND WALK AWAY! My eyes flooded over with tears, I choked. I turned on my heels and briskly walked a
safe distance away as sobs began to wail from deep within me.
OKAY. NEVER OKAY!
NEVER OKAY!
BE TREATED AS LESS THAN HUMAN BECAUSE OF A DISABILITY SHE WAS BORN
WITH!
THIS IS NOT OKAY!
DO YOU HEAR ME! THIS IS NOT
also grieving. What did I tell you earlier? I am moving. . . . I have
sent Matt's team. I have sent you. Are you not the church? Is not the
church the solution? I am moving. Trust me.
words brought me peace that passes understanding, but in truth, I
continued to violently grieve Sara for the next three hours. My heart
had been ripped out.
- Matt's team from N squad got the government and a social worker involved in Sara's case.
- A group of N squad girls went to pray over Sara. Then Susie from N squad asked Sara how she felt, she said she felt happy and she said she knew Jesus was there with her. She found forgiveness for her family and her uncle that day.
- GOD RESCUED SARA OUT OF HER SITUATION COMPLETELY! Later in the week the team found Sara sitting on a bench in a new guardian's home surrounded by her mother and sister. Sara was singing. She was all smiles. The social worker arranged for Sara, her mother, and her little sister to live with this guardian in order to ensure she received proper care. Sara was so happy to be reconciled back to her family.
- Through the social worker, Sara has received medical attention regarding her skin disorder. Medication has been provided and the diseased places are healing!
- Her mother has quit her job in order to be closer to Sara and the social worker is helping her find other options close to home.
- God brought Sara and her mother and sister to church this past Sunday, during the offering portion of the service Sara was carried up on stage and placed in a chair where she began to sing a song in Tagalog. The Words translated mean, "God is good so so good. God is good to me." God is good.