It all started. And I am embarrassed to say it went this way.
No part of me wanted to run this year. I was scared to aggravate a knee injury. I didn’t want to organize anything. I had so little compassion, drive, or care. There was deadness in me.
But there were friends who said we were running, like it wasn’t an option (ahem – Michelle). And there were students who asked if we were, pleadingly. And there was this dream.
And I am a practical kinda girl, hesitant to believe in weird stuff like dreams. And I don’t dream much, but when I do – I am usually some covert military officer on a submarine fighting the North Koreans and feeding my children macaroni and cheese. Suffice to say, I don’t really put much stock in dreams.
But there was this other dream. And in the dream there were children. Laughing, like my own; giggling because they looked beautiful. They were wearing white and they laughed and laughed. They were so happy. And then this door opened and their expressions changed. It was dark beyond the door.
In my heart I knew I had to do something. But I was paralyzed with shock and terror and I couldn’t speak up. And noone heard me because I never raised my voice. And before I knew it, the children were gone.
And with them went the laughter.
I woke up in tears to silence. Their silence and mine. I couldn’t hear them laughing. It was dark outside. I couldn’t hear my own voice doing anything about it. We shared the silence of those who had died.
God met me that early morning in this black of night. In the death, He brought life again and He covered my shame. He has always covered my every shame.
There are these words of God that I love in Psalm 34:15. “Those who look to Him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.” I can think of so many who fit this description. I see their faces now as I type and I am better for having known each of these sisters, brothers, parents, friends.
But there are children, for whom this radiance is being withheld. It is my prayer that these children would also one day be able to look to God.
That they would be rescued from a present darkness, that they would be found by the One who heals, that the radiance of childhood would return, and that they would receive ALL freedom from the shame that others have imposed.
UNICEF estimates that there are over 2 million children trafficked into this darkness. Would you pray with me for their rescue, healing, and care? That these children who look to Him will be radiant; that their faces will no longer be covered with shame.
This is how 2012’s run started – Part I of the story that God is writing. My team of five registered for our relay in the Pittsburgh Marathon two days after the dream. And within two months, fifteen other runners had registered as well.
Wait till I tell you about Part II. (It’s about this girl who jumps off cliffs and sprints towards life and who is very much a hero to me and I am proud to call her my friend:)
Till then, please check out this page to learn more about our run.
Thank you friends. Because of Jesus,