The colors of Sri Lanka are vivid and many.
But those that are inscribed upon my heart
are brown and blue… black and purple.
And my prayer for them…
Men, all dressed in white, sitting still no more.
Women wrapped, head to toe, eager to be seen, wanting no more.
These women, most heavy upon my heart…
I still see you, gazing into my eyes behind your common veil of black;
I still see you beneath your bold and lovely patterned scarf, wrapped from head to toe.
Deep into your brown eyes I look, encircled by a hazy ring of blue.
Never have I seen eyes like yours.
I am told they are damaged from long days exposed,
unshielded from the intense rays of this blazing Sri Lankan sun.
This culture too, has done it’s damage, but not so easily seen.
For this hurt harder to discern, desperate to define,
that is the place God will work…
behind these eyes, I pray He sees you deeper still.
When I glance beyond, behind, to the group, to the crowd,
to the mass of others just like you…
they look back at me… waiting and watching
waiting and watching,
waiting and watching.
Waiting to weighed
Waiting to be seen.
They are eager for another value.
They are eager to step on the scale.
To gaze into my eyes, to be noticed.
These are the colors black, brown, and blue.
Added this purple… is my new found daughter, this one I never knew.
Chosen by God, joined by laughter and circumstance.
A partner of long days and sometimes mischief, a player in this game
of sign language with those we cannot speak.
So much misunderstanding, but never between us.
This purple, the bracelets exchanged.
Last days purposed by God, tears this heart had to release.
Dearest Daughter, I love and miss you!
Each color I embrace
for they are the ones that changed me
from a darkness of lies whispered,
self-absorbed in sorrow,
to the bright and bolder beauty that is my own.
A confidence that each of us is purposed,
each of us is meant to be seen.
No, I didn’t fit in.
I was never intended to.
God chose me, purposed me
to stand out.
An enemy tried desperately
to tell me never to venture out
to the hard places
where comparison lies.
Because if I believe in such and fail to move,
I certainly would miss out
on the greatest lessons a heart can learn.
Colorful, vivid, breathtaking moments
that stretch the heart, the soul and the mind,
connecting to people just like us
on the other side of this earth.
Thank You, Lord for stretching me
in the hardest places!
That is why we never give up!
Though our bodies are dying, our spirits
are being renewed every day.
For our present troubles are small
and won’t last very long.
Yet they produce for us a glory
that vastly outweighs them
and will last forever!
So we don’t look at the troubles
we can see now; rather, we fix our gaze
on things that cannot be seen.
For the things we see now will soon be gone,
but the things we cannot see will last forever.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
These women of Sri Lanka so wanted to be seen, to be weighed, to have value,
and I am ever grateful that God allowed me to be a part of something greater than myself.
The last two days of clinic, I heard this voice inside repeating,
“You have been weighed and measured, and you have been found wanting.”
I simply couldn’t place this phrase.
Where had I heard it. Where had I read it.
I knew it had some sort of significance.
Upon returning home, I researched it.
Belshazzar, the King of Babylon, holding captive the nation of Israel saw a hand write upon the wall of his palace as he held a pagan feast using the sacred serving pieces taken from the tabernacle of God.
Only three words were written, but no one could explain them to him except Daniel.
This is what Daniel spoke to King Belshazzar…
This is what these words mean:
MENE means ‘numbered’—God has numbered the days of your reign and has brought it to an end.
TEKEL means ‘weighed’—you have been weighed on the balances and have not measured up.
PARSIN means ‘divided’—your kingdom has been divided and given to the Medes and Persians.”
Daniel 5:26-28 NLT
TEKEL: you have been weighed on the balances and have not measured up.
Surely, these women I saw were not as this evil king,
but they were seeking to measure up to something.
They were longing for value.
They did not find it in their culture…
but even if brought them to mine, they would not find it here.
trying to get a boy’s attention.
I’ve heard it since I got home.
We are heirs to the weight of His glory.
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