Has your heart ever been truly broken? My head has so much swirling around inside of it. But my heart is broken.
I weep for the millions of orphans who have no one to hold them and comfort their tears. For the children who cry but have no comfort. For the children who are cold and have no shelter. For the bellies that are hungry and have no nourishment.
I weep for the thousands of foster care teenagers who have never known a true family who will suddenly turn 18 and "age out" of the system. As if that magic number now makes them capable and prepared to face the world.
I weep for the children who live in homes where they are neglected. Homes where mom or dad are too stoned or drunk to notice them. Homes where they never know if they will wake up to a parent who cares or one who has passed out and cannot respond to their needs.
I weep for the children and I wish my tears could fill their need.
My tears cannot. But we can.
I pray for the children. I pray that the Church can do God's will.
James 1:27
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world. (NIV)
About Me
- Momma
- I am trying to learn how to do this thing called life, in community with others. I am blessed to be wife to an amazing man. Momma to two precious girls. And we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of our third child. I fail daily. I am more a mess than I ever thought I was. But I realize that God is bigger and more gracious than I ever dreamed He could be. My hope is that He makes something beautiful out of this mess I call, my life.
2 comments:
It breaks my heart tremedously. We need a bunch of generations to step up there parenting and need a ton more stable families willing to take on an orphan and give them a secure, loving home. One of the few things that can make me weak and weap.
Sometimes I cannot bear it...it's too overwhelming. Prayers to be sure. Action is so much harder.
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