As I lay my exhausted body on the floor of a two year old's room to perch my ear for his breathing and doggie bark my mind drifts to many things. Above all, I thank God for my day and ask Him for another. I also ask Him to bless my family. Drifting off is easy the first time but after each cough, choke and cry it gets more and more difficult to get comfort and rest. I am keenly aware of how hard this carpet actually is. I note in my mind how do the other three boys sleep on this night after night. As I toss and turn and my frame begins to really ache it dawns on me it is raining...thank you God for the roof over our heads. There are human beings sleeping in the wet, cold in a box or on the ground. Then, as I start to drift again my mind says there are men and women fighting for us who are not on their pillow top mattresses wrapped in their blankets snuggled up to a loved one in warm pajamas. Oh dear Father forgive me for my petty complaining of being warm, dry and able to reach out and touch my loved ones.
God bless every person who is without...without a home, job, food, clothing, loved one, money...
God bless those individuals who are putting us before themselves.
God bless those who are sharing your kingdom with one of the individuals mentioned above.
