Should I start it off with a "once upon a time"? Or "In a far away land"? It all could have played out like a fairy tale. It could have. Instead in so many ways it turned into a tragedy.
Nearly 100 years ago- ok, maybe more like 90-ish, that's close enough right?- there was a couple. This couple could have no children though they desperately wanted them. It just was not going to happen. To feel the void, this lady, would take food and things to the poor families in a shanty town in Southern California. From the stories, it was fairly regularly. This couple was not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, she was just willing to sacrifice to help those who needed it. This one particular morning, (let's get creative) the sun was shining, a slight breeze was blowing, bugs were buzzing around, dogs were barking, birds were singing, and a baby was crying. Yes, a baby- crying. I'm not sure if this particular shack was normally empty or if this lady knocked on the door and no adult came to answer? One way or the other, she entered this dingy sad shack to find an infant and toddler all alone and abandoned.
My mom has told me this story that she heard from her mother. I'll tell you more later about what happened. But this part of the story is tragic and beautiful for me. A little old lady, never blessed with children of her own "happens" upon these poor children. This woman's love is so amazing. I'm sure that there are many out there that would do this; though if you look at the world around us too many of us ignore the cries of those, shall we say, less fortunate.
But look at this! It just "happened" a happy coincidence? an accident? I'm telling you that in THIS story- this true story! This story of my history, God was working. He gives all of us chances over and over again to come to Him! His mercy is all-encompassing! He will take you and me- that sad, wretched urchin- He'll adopt us, He'll make us His Own. With all of our scars and marks (this will make more sense later), He'll hold us to him and call us His child.
Nearly 100 years ago- ok, maybe more like 90-ish, that's close enough right?- there was a couple. This couple could have no children though they desperately wanted them. It just was not going to happen. To feel the void, this lady, would take food and things to the poor families in a shanty town in Southern California. From the stories, it was fairly regularly. This couple was not wealthy by any stretch of the imagination, she was just willing to sacrifice to help those who needed it. This one particular morning, (let's get creative) the sun was shining, a slight breeze was blowing, bugs were buzzing around, dogs were barking, birds were singing, and a baby was crying. Yes, a baby- crying. I'm not sure if this particular shack was normally empty or if this lady knocked on the door and no adult came to answer? One way or the other, she entered this dingy sad shack to find an infant and toddler all alone and abandoned.
My mom has told me this story that she heard from her mother. I'll tell you more later about what happened. But this part of the story is tragic and beautiful for me. A little old lady, never blessed with children of her own "happens" upon these poor children. This woman's love is so amazing. I'm sure that there are many out there that would do this; though if you look at the world around us too many of us ignore the cries of those, shall we say, less fortunate.
But look at this! It just "happened" a happy coincidence? an accident? I'm telling you that in THIS story- this true story! This story of my history, God was working. He gives all of us chances over and over again to come to Him! His mercy is all-encompassing! He will take you and me- that sad, wretched urchin- He'll adopt us, He'll make us His Own. With all of our scars and marks (this will make more sense later), He'll hold us to him and call us His child.
Romans 8:15 For ye have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear;
but ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father.
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