four popsicles, two bowls of soup, ibuprofen to infinity, a bowl of ice cream, a gallon of water, frozen ice packs, half a pack of cough drops, a fort of blankets & re-runs of criminal intent.
When it comes to being sick I truly am, undoubtedly the biggest baby. I want nothing more than to be wrapped up in a blanket, in a peaceful sleep. The first night I was sick though I was home alone. My throat was throbbing, my body ached all over and I felt as though I was burning up. I promise in advance this is no complaining session. Tears were coming from my eyes and as I closed them all I saw was this image of this little girl who was hungry.
Her face was full of dirt, smeared snot and tears. She ran down an alley barefoot and curled up against a stranger who unkindly woke up and shooed her away. What I would do I thought to be able to hug this little girl. Though she was only in a vision, I know she is out there with many others just like her.
As I cried myself to sleep feeling so miserable, and yet so blessed I couldn't help but think of how I want to be the one to rescue the lost children of the world. In reality, I can do nothing without Jesus.
So tonight I pray that no matter where these children are. No matter the color of their skin, the depths of their cries that Jesus, worthy Jesus would come to their rescue. Would lift them from their oppression and redeem their hope. Being sick one night alone broke my heart to think of all those who have lost count of their sleepless nights alone.
Every child deserves to be loved, held and nourished.
Open my eyes to the ones who are in need, Jesus.
Open my eyes to the broken.
Give me the ears to hear their cries.
The ears to hear your commands.
& the strength to do your WILL.
My fever may be gone, my aches may have diminished- but the sick and broken children of the world continue to ache and long for love.
Allow US to be a light onto them.
Guide our paths, Jesus.
We will praise your great name.
Our hearts will sing, no other name- Jesus.
Jesus.
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