Im sure that many hearts are ripped back and forth just as mine these days. I find myself getting frustrated when Annabelle chooses her pants over the potty, loosing my temper easier with the 100 degree humid weather, and not having energy to be joyful as the day sets and the night rises. I have been chauffeuring my three year old to swim lessons 3 times a week and gymnastics and ballet. We have women’s prayer group, small groups, and church as well. We visit new babies and pray with the hurting. Then off to clean the house, cook, learn a letter or two, read a story, and go to bed. I yell at traffic between all these and tell Annabelle I need a break for a bit
Then I hear about the Christians losing all in Iraq. I hear of children who die because of their parents beliefs, and my first world problems become almost laughable. I talk to my friends about how children in Cambodia and Thailand live verses Annabelle, and I am humbled. Annabelle puts seashells in an egg, shakes it like marimbas, and dances around the house while these children tip toe on trash heaps. I hear about my friends sister who decided to give up life in the US for at least five years to become citizens in Haiti in order to adopt two souls. One bad fish, two hours from civilization brought them to deaths door. And here I am choosing food from around the world.
Why was I created to live in America with a family that could send me to a good school? Why am I able to give to Annabelle of what most of the world can only dream? I almost feel guilty. But I am reminded that the Lord put us here for a reason. To tell people where we are about Jesus. We can fund missionaries with boots on the ground in the Middle East, Asia, Africa, and Europe. He is enabling us to adopt two souls into our family to serve and love forever. We pray for our brothers and sister who are living for Christ where it cost them it all.