Sunday Morning Ponderings

Sometimes . . . I GRIEVE for my Egyptian, multi-level, brilliantly colored,

 spacious top of the world home with massive, plant-adorned balcony.

Sometimes I LONG for the simplicity of life in Africa, where we walked peaceful dirt roads, shared by donkey carts, and everyone had plenty of time for a visit and cup of tea.

Sometimes . . . I TREMBLE at the plight of women in countries I used to call home - sentenced to death for their faith in God, or abducted from school and forced to be brides of unknown men. 

HOW do I 'speak up for' THEM, Lord?'

And then . . 

Sometimes I QUESTION the ironies of life . . somewhere in the world, a mama or papa easily drops off a child at an orphanage and walks away, 

        while somewhere  far,  far  away, a Mama and Papa are turning their lives upside down in passionate attempt to rescue that same child, abandoned so easily.

Sometimes I REMEMBER the little noses and toes of children left behind, stuffed in orphanages where resources and space are scare,  and love has run dry . . and I want to kiss their little heads and pray over them.

Sometimes, I CRAVE speaking Arabic, because words in my mother tongue simply aren't enough.

                               الحمد لله

Sometimes, I WAKE thinking of millions of Syrian refugees, people just like you and I, and panic -wondering what's next for them?

 No home, no school, no clinics, no food, no work . ..and I am ready to grab my child and rush off to settle among them, in attempt to help . . 

Sometimes I FEAR I'll forget . . .  the great needs of the suffering world and the poverty of life of those with whom I lived and worked for so many years  . . and then settle for a life of stability, safety and comfort.

I remember them with tears, and hear Him saying . . . .

"Blessed are you poor, for yours is the Kingdom of Heaven!"

Sometimes I WONDER . . .what difference can I make for the suffering, impoverished, 

the orphaned.  . . by just adopting one, or two children. 

One or two, and still there are an estimated 153,000,000. 

(Sometimes . .. I ponder waaay too much)

Our time on Earth is so very short, friends .. and we have but one chance to make a difference . .

Pray often.   GO!    Give generously, 

support fully - others who are doing these things . . .

(with respect & gratitude to the Peck family)

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