Who would have thought...from my cell phone, a simple text could send food to a hungry child half way around this globe. I make the numbers appear on the screen and hit send. "The money will go from our bank to those children." I attempt not to cry. Little one runs to his room, I hear coins clang against glass. Back he runs, hand clutching coins he has worked for, made bed, put up dishes, set table for. "This is money for the poor. Send it to them." I swallow hard and take the gift. It weighs heavy in my hand. Who is this child teaching me compassion? I hug children close that night, we pray for little African children and for rain.
This has run through my mind for days now. I wake Sunday morning, a lump in my throat...are my children not all too unlike those children? Oh, mine have full bellies and are relatively healthy in body. But God prodes on. How about the spirit, Sara? Could it be that my children look spiritually like those children look physically? The throat constricts more. Do I feed them from the Word each and every day? The only bread that gives life? Do I serve them a drink from the Living Water every day? The only water that quenches all thirst so that we never thirst again. I repent. Right there in the shower with water falling down to wash away my neglect and malnutrition. The starving of my own soul and those of my little ones. I resolve...I will feed them every day. I must or they too will waste away hungry, thirsty.
Looking for Grace,
