Friday, October 14, 2011

Tracks In The Mud


It is always a wonder when you see tracks in the mud isn´t it? Where are they going? Where did they come from? Who do they belong to? In all the rain that we´ve had, there have been many tracks left in the mud and I do hope they serve as a reminder that God has been and will be in this place.
However the tracks in the mud that I´m writing about right now are much more difficult to speak of. They are not so sweetly symbolic. They are actual tracks. Railroad tracks that lead to and come to rest along the saddest of shacks I have ever seen. As miserable as this rain has been I can´t imagine the life inside these shacks along the tracks in the mud. The water rapidly pours down the slopes and comes to rest within the shacks where a woman, her husband and 3 little boys live. No electricty and no clean water except for that that runs along the floors of her home. All their lifes belongings hang from the shabby ceiling in a hammock and they sleep in a small space not bigger than 5´x5´. They go to bed at 5pm because after that they cannot see. If it rains too hard thay can´t cook on the fire. Their children get a cup of coffee and small piece of bread for breakfast, beans for lunch, beans for supper and if there is money perhaps a tortilla with supper. A shack along the tracks in the mud. God knows where they are. God knows where they have come from and because of prayer and the Hope that rests in Jesus....God knows where the will be going. Pray for the direction of the tracks in the mud....that they would go in the direction of Jesus!

Leisha

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