Flooded by memories
of caramel-colored children...their beautiful faces beaming despite their circumstances.
of run-down shanties,,,too numerous to count.
of proud young soldiers...realizing their need for Christ.
of the pieces of my heart...left on another continent.
Flooded by tears
as I look at the photographs
as I look back at my own
Then they also will answer, saying, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or naked or sick or in prison, and did not minister to you?' Then he will answer them, saying, 'Truly, I say to you, as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to me.'
~Matthew 25:44-45 (ESV)