UPDATE on Dalonne (12:47pm): Break my heart. (Click here.)
Pleading with God tonight to heal Dalonne’s sick little baby boy, Job. My heart aches for a mama who lives in a place where death and sickness and hopelessness have a powerful grip, a mama who is really, truly desperate. Will her baby survive? And if he does, how will she take care of him?
Father, hold Dalonne close tonight. Hold that precious little baby in your hands. Breathe life and nourishment into his little body. Please heal him and make him whole, and give his mama the strength and courage to care for him. Provide for their every need. Draw them close to you.
This is Jack. Stewart Jack, Jr., for long. World’s Most Adorable Baby and my nephew. So round and squishy and squeezable and beautiful.
Goodness, I’m so thankful that he was born to a mama and daddy who have the means to provide whatever he needs. If he ever gets sick, they’ll make sure he immediately gets the absolutely best care and treatment to make him all better as quickly as possible.
Thank you, Jesus.
Part of me wants to feel guilty that we have so much when others have so little. That we are so safe while others are in such danger. That our lives are mostly peaceful and happy while others live each day in hunger and pain.
But I’m choosing to be grateful, not guilty. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make life better for those who are hurting around the world. To share hope and reconciliation and Jesus. And myself.
And I can start by praying for Dalonne and little Job. And Enisse and Sophia. And Tara and Beth and Heather and Jonna and Cookie and everyone who spends their lives caring for Jesus’ precious children in Haiti.
Thanks for joining me in prayer, friends. And for your sweet, bleeding hearts. One of my all-time favorite song lyric sums up my heart’s prayer–“Break my heart for what breaks yours… everything I am for your kingdom’s cause… as I walk from earth into eternity.”
Amen and amen.