3/24/12
God I know you’re listening.
So I’m just going to let you have it.
Some things in life I just don’t understand.
I keep telling myself that you are good and you love us as your children.
But today I didn’t feel like that.
Because today I sat with two women to my left and one to my right that were all widows who now live with either their daughter-in-law, granddaughter or grandson and are all mistreated and not taken care of.
I sat with these women who had to come to a soup kitchen for the only meal they will have today.
Then there were the men at the other end of the table who have no homes or jobs. They live with whatever friends will let them stay at their house.
And let’s not forget about the little boys who were at the end of the table with a longing in their eyes for love.
I know you know who I’m talking about. You saw them too.
Your word tells me: “The Lord watches over the sojourners; he upholds the widow and the fatherless.”- Psalm 146:9. The dictionary defines uphold as giving support. So where is your support for these people?
You say you are “Father to the fatherless, defender of the widows– this is God, whose dwelling is holy,”-Psalm 68:5 but I don’t see your defense. These people are being mistreated, not defended and protected.
God I just don’t get it.
Nothing about this is fair.
I’m sitting in a two story house with a bed, hot water and all the food I want. Less than three months ago I was in America with even more luxuries than this. Yet I am not any more important than these people and they have none of these things.
Why?
I thought I knew what I was getting myself into when I boldly prayed for you to break my heart for what breaks yours. I didn't know it would hurt this bad.
But through the pain I’m ok with waiting on an answer God. I just really need for you to get back to me on this one.
