Lost. Forlorn. Forgotten.
This week, my son attended a football game and heard a small
boy cry out, “Mommy, Mommy, where are you? I can’t find you!” Then he collapsed on his knees and began to
pray.
Some days I have felt like that, "Heavenly Father, are you really there? I can't find you!"
I’m exhausted.
My child won’t listen and I’m concerned.
I can't find clean clothing.
I can't console the baby.
I'm so tired.
I don't know why I can't sleep.
It seems as though the mess will never end.
There isn't enough money to cover all the needs.
It seems as though the mess will never end.
There isn't enough money to cover all the needs.
There isn't any milk in the frig.
That bedroom will never be clean.
...
I drop to my knees.
The thoughts come...
"You are a beloved daughter."
"Your children are beloved."
"Love them."
"Read a storybook to them."
"Learn and Listen."
"I will not forsake you."
From Matthew 27:46: "And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
He knows what it feels like. And he will never forsake me. Never.
