I walked into Martas' house and tried to hide my shock. There were sharp pieces of metal sheeting strapped together to create walls, a thin rag for a window and it all sat threatening to slide off the side of a cliff.
As we stood at her door waiting to give her some food and basic necessities, I couldn’t have prepared myself for what I was about to see.
She welcomed us into a tiny house full of beautiful, dirty, smiling girls.
Marta has eight children she raises on her own. She works hard cleaning houses to provide for them.
I cant imagine living with so little.
I can’t imagine smiling the way they do.
Despite their deep poverty, their smiles were so genuine—unlike anything I have ever seen.
One wall in their small home was covered in Bible verses and a small sign that said “God bless and protect POI…”
It her dangerous home and desolate poverty, she is asking God to bless and protect this ministry?
I am learning that it takes a lot to get us outside of ourselves— to see our own brokenness as people. So often we convince ourselves that we can do it all, and that we have it all together.
We post pictures on share the beauty of our lives on instagram. We see those hurting around us-- and help, but never emphasise enough to feel their pain.
Let us hear only enough to motivate us to compassion, not enough to haunt our memories -Kay Arthur
I think we are scared of pain, were scared of brokenness— were scared of not having it all together. Or worse, people thinking we don’t.
I am learning from Marta and so many others like her, of the beauty in brokenness…the beauty of bare exposure.
I’ve grown up in a culture that expects us to have it all together— but running away from empathy and holding my life together has never brought me the kind of joy Marta has.
I’m not saying we should all move to a shack sliding off a mountain— but if we begin to let down our walls and admit were all just broken people trying to figure out this thing called life, we might just find a joy and a freedom we never knew existed.
A joy and freedom hiding in brokenness.