This week I have been asking myself: Can a heart be broken and filled at the same time? Not broken, then filled. But simultaneously broken, breaking and filled. How can it? Doesn’t whatever is doing the filling seep through the cracks made by the breaking?
I have visited several orphan feeding programs in Zambia this week. And the moments I have spent at each were so full that I can’t seem to recover. Each day I have felt broken apart from all I have seen. Broken apart by the suffering. Most of these children eat once a day. It is not enough. But then, I am filled by the life that bursts out of them anyway. So much life packed into so little space. Not physical space, but space of time. Every moment filled to capacity, nearly exploding. Is it just that it is different and so my eyes struggle to take it in? Is it that suffering expands life somehow, making it fuller, more palpable?
I don’t have many words, and none at all that are profound, so, for now, I am relying on pictures to tell the story for me.
Kellye, you are telling a wonderful story. I can see where you are filling a broken heart…your pictures tell it all. I am so proud of what you are doing!