My Weakness... is enough
In my smallness, I will praise Him In my weakness and my pain I will praise Him Whom have I in heaven, but You? And ya know, beside You I desire nothing on earth. My body and my resolve may fail, but You are the strength of Kathy, and all I want or need forever. (from Psalm 37) I sat heavily into the worn, padded seat on the small bus heading into the saddest area of Ndola, Zambia. The before lively group of teenage Zambians grew increasingly quiet, as it seemed the weight of the world descended in their minds. Those of us with whiter faces were taking it all in, but not really understanding. Brian noticed my cluelessness and explained, “This is one of our graveyards. It is full now, and more graveyards are being developed to bury all our dead.” I’d never heard of a shortage of graveyards before. What was I doing there, anyway? What did I have to offer this hurting people? Just hours before we had worshipped with them, with their music, with their peers, learning their songs, trying