What would happen if we would #liveloved?
“Mommy, can we go to the store and buy food for people who don’t have a home?” I was taken aback by my daughter’s request as we pulled out of her preschool parking lot. “Of course. Let’s do it now,” I said.
As I watched my daughter sleep tonight, I told God all the things I worry about when I think of her.
But yet, whenever we drove into town, to church or to school, I was drawn to those fields we passed in which a lone tree stood, firm and spreading in the center of the flat space. There was usually just one tree and although the farmland engulfed everything around it, the tree was often strong and substantial in size.
When scripture says God so loved the world, it doesn’t mean he loves only the wealthy or the male or the American or the white skinned or the baby after a certain stage of development or the heterosexual person or the citizen or the people who contribute financially/are beneficial to society.
She was sitting, hunched in the corner near the trampoline. The two little girls in her charge were jumping and playing. Obvious to any observer, she was angry and in a bad mood.
God is not afraid of your questions. He welcomes you to wrestle with Him. Don’t fear His response when you ask Him things that seem larger than life. He is big enough to handle them.