I never want those pieces of my heart back. The ones that broke off in the orphanage and at the dump and at the river. I don't want to put them back on my heart and have the brokenness mended.
Leave my heart the way it is. Smashed into a million pieces and lying all over the city of San Pedro Sula.
Lord Jesus you know and love each and every one of these little faces. You have plans for their lives. You care about every fiber of their being. You knit them together in their mother's wombs and you continue to grow their little bodies. God we trust these children to you, you love them far more than I ever could. God, help me never to forget these faces, let them haunt me always, so that I may be broken enough to see the hurting world around me every single day.
"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand— when I awake, I am still with you. If only you, God, would slay the wicked! Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!" - Psalm 139:13-19