God, Guts and Allergies. Say, what? Let’s focus on the broader possibilities…
Nine years ago in Dungarvan, Ireland, my husband and I secured what had to be the most beautiful home I’d ever lived in. It had five bedrooms, enough to house the kids we would be caring for.
I didn’t hold grudges against those who abused me, but I did hold onto hurt. I wore the pain as a merit badge, as a reason why you and everyone else should love me.
I did receive some pity. But no one showed me love because of it. Least of all myself.
Volunteering: there are so many ways this can be done for the purpose and glory to God. One of those is “Feed My Starving Children”. Jesus told his disciples they could do wonders with faith the size of a mustard seed.
The phone call every mother of a teenager dreads begins the prayer every mother prays after a terrible car accident and hearing the words “traumatic brain injury.” God save my child.