A few weeks ago I shared the blog – Not Her Day. It was about a mother who had 4 children. She couldn’t feed them every day – she simply didn’t have the means to do it. So each day she watched two of her children eat a small meal – while the other two children watched with empty bellies.
I can’t even fathom that. I see it here every day – but only recently did I really imagine what that momma must feel like. What sorrow she feels in the depths of her soul as she watches her children suffer right before her eyes. Life’s not fair – we know that as adults. But how do you make children understand that?
There are other mothers who wander from house to house – sleeping on porches and under trees – no roof above their head. No way to keep the rain off of their babies.
There are mothers who live in huts with mud floors. No mat. No pillow. No place to lay their head. The rain pours through their straw roofs and they spend the night holding their babies who are cold and wet. What a long & miserable night – for both momma and baby.
There are mothers who’s babies suffer in ways we could never think of….
My parents used to sing this song at every church they spoke at:
There’s a roof up above me
I’ve a good place to sleep
There’s food on my table
And shoes on my feet
You gave me your love Lord
And a fine family
Thank you Lord, for your blessings on me
Unlike millions of other mothers – I can sing that song and mean every single word.
Today I am thankful that my children have never known real suffering.
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