A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.
I have been feeling down tonight thinking about our kids. It feels so helpless. It's so frustrating that all that stands in our way now is money and time. I want so bad to pull them out of where they are. I feel so sad for them. I want them to be able to know their brothers and play with their daddy...to feel our love for them. Sometimes I let well meant comments like "well...you must have a REALLY big house????" make me doubt that we can do this....that we can't offer them a lot of material things. I hate the time with them that we are missing out on now. We won't be with our "brave little bear" on his first birthday! I hate that our sweet little girl sees so many people come and go, but love that she's been loved on so much over the past several months. We're so far away...on the other side of the world! It's so overwhelming. Then, as I took the dog out tonight, I looked up at the sky and was in awe. I was reminded of the awesomeness of the God we serve....our children's father....our father! As I looked up I felt so small...and God seemed so big! I realized that I'm not really that far away from my precious little ones. And...yes...I'm helpless! That's the way He wants it!
2 Corinthians 4:7 and 17,18
But this precious treasure-this light and power that now shine within us-is held in perishable containers, that is, in our weak bodies. So everyone can see that our glorious power is from God and is not our own.
For our present troubles are quite small and won't last very long. Yet they produce for us an immeasurably great glory that will last forever!So we don't look at the troubles we can see right now; rather, we look forward to what we have not yet seen. For the troubles we see will soon be over, but the joys to come with last forever.