I never planned to be ruined.
When I left to serve abroad in South Africa, I didn’t plan to be broken apart and be rebuilt completely differently.
I didn’t expect to be ruined, in the best way possible.
I didn’t plan to see my worldview torn apart, reshifted, and carefully crafted back together again.
I planned to go abroad for two years, teach English, and do the Peace Corps thing. I planned to learn a new language and immerse myself in a new culture.
I didn’t plan to face hungry children day after day. To put a name to poverty. I should’ve, but I didn’t expect it.
But sometimes the things we don’t plan end up impacting us in the most powerful of ways. Because when our plans and expectations are shattered, God comes in and fills the gap. His heart for His people beats alongside you, and you see His precious children through His eyes. You become ruined in the best way possible.
Ruined for a life ignorant of suffering, blind to the struggles of those living in dire poverty. But in that ruin comes compassion, hope, joy, and peace. As inexplicable as it sounds.
And it’s never part of your plan.
It’s Five Minute Friday, when we gather together and write freely on a common prompt. Kate, our wonderful hostess, posts one word for us to write on, and we allow the words to flow uninhibited. And then we share.