Are You Available?

I wake up every morning with Africa on my mind.
It is as if I can feel the heart beat of the foreign soil.
I miss my Africa.
The moments of holding a motherless child,
Loving the hurt and broken,
And seeing tears stream down the faces of those who were lost.
That's what I walked into.
However, when I left,
The children knew they had someone who loved them,
A God that created them.
The broken were restored,
And the hurt were healed.
There were still tears,
But they were no longer tears of sorrow,
They were tears of Joy.
The lost had been found.
Now I didn't do any of this.
It was all God.
The only thing I did was make myself available.
When you make yourself available, God makes you part of a miracle.