God only knows how many drops are there in the ocean.
We see the overwhelming vastness of the ocean and cannot fathom all that water, much less breaking it down into drops.
Approaching ministry on our own strength, with our own methods, expecting our own results is much like trying to count the drops in the ocean.
Overwhelming.
Inconceivable.
Impossible.
It seems straight-up crazy.
God put me in a crazy ministry this month: to end sex trafficking.
AS IF little old me could make any difference.
AS IF little old me could change the system, bring conviction into millions of hearts, provide millions of alternate jobs, and then pour worth into the wreckage of the abuse.
I feel as little as a drop in the ocean.
BUT…
The ocean is made up of drops.
One big ocean, with towering waves and powerful currents.
Countless drops, together achieving movement, wave after wave.
God invented and orchestrates this incredible concept.
Yet, one drop by itself isn’t that awesome.
One drop isn’t breathtaking.
One drop can’t pull you under.
I can relate to this.
If I approach ministry as Helena Jordao, I will come out discouraged.
But God is plugging me into an ocean of sorts.
One person. One mind. One set of eyes. One voice. One heart.
If I scream loud enough, 3 or 4 people might hear me.
If I write well enough, 2 or 3 hundred people might read this.
And if I love genuinely… if I truly care… if I truly set aside my personal desires and pour out my heart…
God only knows what kind of wave it could create.
God only knows how many drops I’d have alongside me.
If God orchestrated me into a beautiful storm, into a vast ocean, or into a powerful army….
If I ask God to make me part of something bigger than myself and higher than my thoughts, it will be breathtaking...
Overwhelming.
Inconceivable.
Impossible.
It might seem straight-up crazy.
God put me in a crazy ministry this month: to end sex trafficking.
I have to believe I’m part of God’s greater plan, and in this I make a difference.
Our plan is to change the system, bring conviction into millions of hearts, provide millions of alternate jobs, and then pour worth into the wreckage of the abuse.
I am a drop in the ocean of God’s plan to end sex trafficking.
We see the overwhelming vastness of the ocean and cannot fathom all that water, much less breaking it down into drops.
That is how it will be.
The Lord is raising up a powerful army. The Lord is raising up a towering wave.
It will wash away this evil. It will crush it. It will restore lives. It will heal wounds.
Ask the Lord to plug you into His ocean of justice.
Ask Him to reveal to you what breaks His heart.
Ask to hear the cry of the children.
Ask to hear the screams of the women.
Pray for God to end this suffering, and take up arms.
