diana and florence were a mother and daughter i met in kenya, and two people i will never forget. their story is one of faith and miracles, that inspires us to fight and to have faith. since being home, i have forgotten the fight in diana, and i have forgotten the faith in florence. florence taught me to tell the stories of how God works, and how he is alive.
since being home i have not made it a priority to tell the stories. the stories of kenya, the stories from being home, or the stories of my life. there are different reasons as to why, but despite those individual reasons, one thing is unacceptable, they have remained untold. in matthew 24 it talks about how the hearts of many will grow cold...for our hearts to grow cold, they once would have to had been hot. i do not want my heart to grow cold, or the hearts around be. if we are in love with Jesus then our hearts cannot grow cold, and if we tell his stories of how he works and saves and redeems and lavishes grace upon us, then we cannot fall out of love with him, and we cannot grow cold.
here is the story of diana and florence...i hope you are inspired...and i hope you see Jesus in florence like i did...