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It's Five Minute Friday! Each week, a flashmob of bloggers gathers to write for five minutes (no stopping, no editing) on a prompt provided by sweet Kate, then links up and shares a little comment love. For more posts, more info, and/or to join in, head here!

I've slowly become a "shop small" supporter-of-local-businesses over the past 10ish years, but I was shown a new facet of that last year that shattered my views and caused me to see how broken our world has become. 27 million. So many people in bondage - doubly bound, in desperate need of both physical freedom and spiritual hope.

All because humanity has become dehumanized in a desperate and futile quest to be like God - not realizing that if we will only break before Him, He will fill us with His own Spirit and do things through us, to His glory, that we could never do ourselves.

Sometimes we try to repair the damage done - well intentioned, but not always perfectly executed. Lasting hope requires more than a new home - hope in a new Garden that will never fade is more enduring.

That's why I love things like The Refugee Project - empowering the displaced, giving them the tools they need to make a difference in their own lives, while pouring love and hope over the brokenness.

Check out their website for more adorable products, including the earrings pictured above!


Tasha Medellin said…
"If we will only break before Him, He will fill us with His own Spirit and do things through us, to His glory, that we could never do ourselves." This is so good! He does specialize in broken vessels. He's so good at making us new again and using us to change the world around us for His glory. Your FMF friend, Tasha
michelle said…
Thanks for brining them to light Sarah.

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