Here I am sitting at 630 in the morning. Thinking. I really couldn't sleep well last night, wondering how I am going to make it through class today. Please give me strength Father, thank You for waking me up again. Today is such a beautiful day.
I'm constantly reminded how good God is too me. How I was able to put money in the bank for missions. How I have both parents and I am allowed to be a young person. I don't have a sick father and a dead mother, and at age nine have to be caretaker for my younger siblings. I have a wonderful family with supportive parents. I have a comfortable bed where I am able to feel safe from the elements and a lock on the door that makes me able to feel safe from danger. I read about a girl named Elizabeth in a compassion international magazine, and the sad story above that I don't have is hers. But guess what? That story is changing. Elizabeth isn't stuck in her sadness, even when she has probably excruciating pain and complete exhaustion at times. She still has to go to school, watch over her younger siblings, and she probably worries a lot about her father. Yet she has a heavenly father looking over her, and I do too. MUCHAS GRACIAS YESHUA. POR FAVOR ESTAR CON TU HIJOS HOY Y SIEMPRE Y DA NOSOTROS TU FUERZA... TE AMO!!!
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