Mothers in Africa worried about what meal she can serve or what medicine she can acquire. Mothers in Israel worried about car bombings or raids. Mothers in Haiti worried about missing daughters, sons, husbands.
And yet. I get the pumpkin patch, hay-rides, and a rosy-cheeked five year-old. I don't really understand why I have been given these blessings when others have not. But it moves me to prayer and a sense of deep humility.
I am grateful I serve a God who understands, when I do not. A God who acts, when I cannot. A God who knows the name of every soul, when I know not. A God who is the great "I AM" and desires for us all to know ... "I am His."
"Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now,
you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy..."
1 Peter 1:8