Most days, by the power of the Holy Spirit, I can list having special needs children as a blessing.
Peter's heart couldn't be sweeter. Beth couldn't be more of a joy.
But when my emotions crash for other reasons, I struggle.
Why, God?
Why must I deal with a son who rages? A son whose mind tortures him with OCD lies? A son who, though incredibly bright, can't seem to learn his multiplication facts?
I know the deadliness of comparison and I avoid it routinely. Tangible, incredible blessings flow here. I count them daily.
Sometimes my emotions stoop so low, comparison creeps in like a poison.
She doesn't have a single kid with a problem, short of a messy bedroom. Why, God? Why were we chosen for this hell? And how will my son make it in life? How will any of us make it, without stress disorders raging?
What's missing on days like this? Days when I say...No thanks, Lord. Rather than...Yes, Lord. Let it be for me as you say.
Perspective.
My mind is not sharp enough to say, "Oh, I just need some perspective...that's all."
But my testimony is this: God always provides it, at the most needed moment.
I began reading the Mercy House Blog, about a maternity home ministry in Kenya--a ministry begun by Kristen Welsh.
Currently, seven girls are being served, three of whom are new to the home. The three new girls experienced the worst kind of abuse and trauma the ministry has seen. These girls' presence in the home? A miracle.
One young girl recently left unexpectedly due to the negative influence of her witchcraft family. She chose to leave the safe haven of a maternity home with her new baby...even after professing Jesus as Savior. To go back to a horrible hell on earth.
Suddenly, my mind filled up with new names to pray for. My heart broke. My spirit groaned with all humanity for the collective suffering this earth knows.
How will God fix the broken young hearts and lives in Kenya? Outside of a miracle, I don't know.
But I know His power prompted Kristen's family to leave their comfort zone and take on incredible stress in this ministry endeavor. To learn things about the depravity of man that haunt their minds. May God Bless them and refresh them. May he shower them with blessings large and small, as they love the broken and the lost.
I have small potato problems. I thank God for them now, knowing He is mighty to save.
Please write down these names and pray? Lucy, Elizabeth, Violet. Violet was violently attacked and suffered burns, for which she's still being treated. She has a long road ahead, including surgeries. Her baby, still in the womb, survived the attack, thank God. Also pray for the young girl who left, named Felistas, and her baby, named Emmanuel.
Peter's heart couldn't be sweeter. Beth couldn't be more of a joy.
But when my emotions crash for other reasons, I struggle.
Why, God?
Why must I deal with a son who rages? A son whose mind tortures him with OCD lies? A son who, though incredibly bright, can't seem to learn his multiplication facts?
I know the deadliness of comparison and I avoid it routinely. Tangible, incredible blessings flow here. I count them daily.
Sometimes my emotions stoop so low, comparison creeps in like a poison.
She doesn't have a single kid with a problem, short of a messy bedroom. Why, God? Why were we chosen for this hell? And how will my son make it in life? How will any of us make it, without stress disorders raging?
What's missing on days like this? Days when I say...No thanks, Lord. Rather than...Yes, Lord. Let it be for me as you say.
Perspective.
My mind is not sharp enough to say, "Oh, I just need some perspective...that's all."
But my testimony is this: God always provides it, at the most needed moment.
I began reading the Mercy House Blog, about a maternity home ministry in Kenya--a ministry begun by Kristen Welsh.
Currently, seven girls are being served, three of whom are new to the home. The three new girls experienced the worst kind of abuse and trauma the ministry has seen. These girls' presence in the home? A miracle.
One young girl recently left unexpectedly due to the negative influence of her witchcraft family. She chose to leave the safe haven of a maternity home with her new baby...even after professing Jesus as Savior. To go back to a horrible hell on earth.
Suddenly, my mind filled up with new names to pray for. My heart broke. My spirit groaned with all humanity for the collective suffering this earth knows.
How will God fix the broken young hearts and lives in Kenya? Outside of a miracle, I don't know.
But I know His power prompted Kristen's family to leave their comfort zone and take on incredible stress in this ministry endeavor. To learn things about the depravity of man that haunt their minds. May God Bless them and refresh them. May he shower them with blessings large and small, as they love the broken and the lost.
I have small potato problems. I thank God for them now, knowing He is mighty to save.
Please write down these names and pray? Lucy, Elizabeth, Violet. Violet was violently attacked and suffered burns, for which she's still being treated. She has a long road ahead, including surgeries. Her baby, still in the womb, survived the attack, thank God. Also pray for the young girl who left, named Felistas, and her baby, named Emmanuel.
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