“This love is not for cowards….”
It’s not.
I stood in Juárez, México this weekend giving a home to a
family that lost their husband/father two years ago to murder. I stood in that completed home after a
week where I didn’t know if those walls would be built. After some threatening phone calls to a
friend in Juárez and countless conversations with another friend that works for homeland security, we decided that this build would go on. And every person that came to construct
that house into a home didn’t just show up, they fought to be there. They drove across the country, with
their children, with strangers and in their own faith to show this family an unconventional outpouring of love. They fought to go to a city where no one else wants to go, to give of themselves, to a family that they had never met, but one desperately in need of hope and restoration and a reminder that God has not forgotten about them.
After seeing a picture of myself reading scripture in a room with tear streaked faces, I know that there is more truth to
the words written on my shirt than I will ever know. We coined this phrase about the city of Juárez, but truly, it is about
God.
This Love…. Is Not For Cowards.

I stand in front of you and look strong; but I am only
strong in Him. I am broken; daily. I am flawed; more than you will ever
know. I am longing; with all my
soul. I am questioning; everything. I am seeking; when my eyes close, and
when I wake. I am hopeful; for all
that my heart aches and yearns for that I may never know. I am convinced, that this Love…
this Love is not for cowards.
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