I have an acquaintance who's cousins child was just diagnosed with stage 4 cancer. She is 10 months old. My heart breaks for this family as they lean on God. The found all of this out just a few days ago and the baby has already had one surgery and is now starting chemo. I cried as I read there blog. I don't know that family personally. I don't know the children of Pwoje Espwa . I could stick my head in the sand, live in my suburban bubble and pretend the hurting don't exist. Some days I want to. Loving others hurts. The world has problems I can't even begin to imagine how to fix, I could use the excuse that I am just one, broke, stay at home mother of two. I could say "I can't fix it so why dwell on it?". I have been called to live outside myself, for Someone other than myself. If I say I want to know Him on a personal, deep level, I need to know His heart. The hurting are the heart of my Savior. I am created to love until it hurts, to give until I...
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