oh Sunday

We're at my parents house for the second day this weekend. Patrick is helping my dad and brother put on new garage doors in the old, detached garage. I'm the cookie baker and rock picker. Madi and I baked cookies yesterday and I think I'm going to go get some nice flat stones today to take home to my own little house for the new sidewalk.

Anyway, what a beautiful Sunday it has been so far. The sky is blue compared to yesterday's pouring rain. I think the trees are finally waking up from the winter chill. It's lovely...

There's a few song that have been resonating in my heart the past few weeks. I don't even own them, so I can't even listen to them a thousand times a day. But, the words strike me to my very being.

"I want to feed the hungry children, and reach across the farthest land. And tell the broken there is healing and mercy in the Father's hands." I am, therefore, compelled to think about that line 24/7. I don't know which hungry children I will feed, but I know that God has that for me. For us. it may be the Binghamton children who have little to nothing. It may be other ones. I just want to be used... to be pured out as an offering to Christ Jesus. Do you feel the same?

the other one... the other song strikes me too! "I lose my appetite, knowing kids starve tonight. Am I a sinner, 'cause half my dinner is still there on my plate? Oh, I gotta vision to make a difference and it's starting to day... I close my eyes, and I can see a better day. I close my eyes and pray."

I think these to artists have something right. I think that, in order to be a change in a world that is so full of pain and loss and need, it has to start with us. It has to start with little things. It has to start today. Love on someone that has next to nothing. Love on someone that has lost everything. Love on them. Feed them, physically and spiritually. Just don't sit around and ask, "why?" without being willing to try to help.