Broken

Sometimes it happens. Things break. Good things. Things that probably shouldn't break. 

Take for example, our room key for our hotel here in Uganda. While locking our door this evening (trickier than it sounds), Robert listened for the "click."  Upon hearing it, he pulled out the key. Well-- half of the key. The other half remained in the door. For real. A metal key.  Since we were on our way to dinner and had not eaten lunch, a broken key was not part of the plan. Frustrating.  Tough to explain at the hotel desk, for sure. 

Our room key is not the only thing broken here in Africa.  Due to some stumbling blocks on our endless quest for transparency and accountability at Agnes' orphanage, some things are broken there too-- ministry-wise. Frustrating. Tough to explain to donors and friends who have given so generously over the years. 

The truth is, this ministry situation is broken and frustrating, but it all started because of the broken hearts of these precious children. Just being an orphan makes you broken. Brokenhearted. 

Thankfully, we serve a God who promises to bind up the brokenhearted.   Psalm 147:3

(These blankets were generously and lovingly made by my mom and her friends-- the children LOVED them!). 

As I was pouring out to Him tonight my struggles with the things that need repairing in our ministry, He led me to this verse:  

Psalm 51:17- My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise. 

So I will offer the sacrifice of a broken spirit. I will allow my heart to be broken and contrite over this situation, and I will trust God with it. (Trickier than it sounds)

The room key?  Fixed by the time we finished dinner!

The ministry?  Not sure yet, but I'm turning it in to the "hotel manager."

Thank you for your prayers!