The Cross

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God loves us so much that He sent his only son to die for us.

Sometimes I think we have heard those words over and over until they have lost their meaning. We think, yes, Jesus died for me, but He knew He would rise again. Was it really that bad?

Um. YES. It was. I am in a study that has taught all about what a crucifixion actually was. In detail. In mind-numbing, heart-piercing detail about what they did to my Savior. The beatings. The piercings. The scourging. The crown of thorns pushed into his holy forehead. The inability to breathe unless he pushed up on his pierced hands and feet to straighten enough to take a breath. The sword in the side to make sure he was dead. That he was willing to suffer such incredible physical agony for me long before I ever knew him amazes me.

But the true torture of the cross and his death was his separation from his father. God the father had to turn His back on Jesus while Jesus was bearing our sins. In His absolute holiness, He can’t look on sin. So Jesus went through the most physically, emotionally and spiritually devastating time imaginable and He did it completely alone. No one could stand by and hold His hand and tell Him it would be alright.

Yet He chose to obey and suffer for you and for me.

The thought brings me to my knees.

I am so glad that Sunday is coming. I am so glad that we get to celebrate his resurrection and that he completely triumphed over death. And the joy of Sunday means so much more when we stop to truly consider the agony of Friday.


Helpless

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I heard from a fellow adoptive momma that the orphanage in Ethiopia where her son is living, is almost out of food.

OUT OF FOOD.

As I understand it, referral fees (the fees we pay when matched with our children) are huge because they don’t just pay for our child’s care. It doesn’t cost $6,600 to care for one child for 3-6 months in the orphanage. Those fees support the orphanage as a whole. EVERY child there gets food through my fees. So I am thrilled to pay the fees. I want those kids to get fed. Not just my daughter, whoever she may be. I want them all to eat.

When the referrals dramatically slow down, so does the flow of money. And the kids don’t get fed.

It’s almost more than a momma’s heart can take.

So many tummy’s are empty right now. And they’ll still be empty tomorrow. Yet here I sit. In my comfortable home. With my cupboards full.

Helpless.

Almost.

What I can do, is bigger than I give it credit for. I can pray.

Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:16
My Father in Heaven loves those kids even more than I do. And He aches with their hunger even more than I do. And He can do something about it. Please, Lord. Act quickly. Bring them home to families waiting for them. With full cupboards and full hearts, just waiting for another one to love. And in the meantime, He is sending other adoptive moms on their first trips to Ethiopia to meet their children, with suitcases full of formula. Hold on, little ones. Help is on the way.