This week, I’ve been talking to God about…
-Aziza, the girl with no parents, no siblings who just moved to the orphanage in town. So young—just 7—so quiet, as I showed her the MAF airplanes on our field trip to the hangar.
-Ita—the other new orphan girl, who at age 12, just started school for the first time. My heart aches, wondering what else has been missing from her childhood.
-My own sweet kids, and more patience from me to raise them with abundant love.
-My unborn child—who has already started keeping me up at night---but who lets me enjoy so many special miracles.
-My husband who loves so well, wrapping Renea in his arms after a long day of flying, making friends with his passengers even as his back aches, showing Evan what it means to be a man, knowing me well and loving me with everything.
-The thoughts that hound me in my tiredness, the ones that only go away when I send them into His hands. The worry for troubles. The accusations of my downfalls. The untrue things about my worth.
-The places in my heart where I struggle to forgive.
-My thankfulness for the ways He has met tangible needs.
-My community, its poverty, its needs, its beauty, its faces, its beliefs.
-The ideas for changing hard things around me, and my fears to do more than think, plan and hope.
About what are you talking to God this week?
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