Written on
August 12, 2011 by
Deb in
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I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, for it is the power of God that brings salvation . . . Romans 1:16a
I have seen with my own eyes the work that is being done in the name of Jesus.
I have seen World Vision Workers spend themselves completely as they care for the least of these.
The least of these . . .
I have been asked since coming home, “Why doesn’t World Vision work in the United States?”
The answer to that question is – they do!
There are many domestic efforts being done everyday by the ministry of World Vision.
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“Mom, Dad, come quick! Gloria fell! She’s on the sidewalk and can’t get up! She’s bleeding!” Breathless from running, Grace provided us with the details of what had suddenly transpired with her sister. We’d only just arrived at the pool and the girls wanted to go on ahead of us while my husband and I gathered our gear from the car. Excitedly, both girls took off toward the gate, the younger one trying desperately to keep up with the older one. Unfortunately, uneven concrete and new flip flops turned out to be a painful combination for my little one when she stumbled and fell face-first on the hard and unforgiving pavement.
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Burned out. Out of gas. No energy. Running on empty. Exhausted. Have you ever felt this way? I have had more days like this than I care to admit. There are times when I have so much on my plate that I can actually feel myself shutting down both mentally and physically. I am unable to think without feeling as if I am walking through a thick fog, and even the simplest of tasks become hard to accomplish. Could I actually be suffering from “burnout”?
Burnout: physical or mental collapse caused by overwork or stress.
As a busy wife and mom with a full-time job and ministry, life can be overwhelming at times.
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My five-year-old daughter sat at our kitchen table “cooking.” With contentment etched all over her face, she poured uncooked rice from bowl to bowl using brightly colored spoons and measuring cups. Her imaginary culinary treat for the day? Chocolate cake!
She explained each ingredient to me as she carefully measured and poured. And when her cake was almost finished, she added one last scoop saying, “Don’t forget the joy.” I looked up from what I was doing and asked her to repeat what she had said. “Don’t forget the joy,” she replied, her tone very matter of fact.
I stood there surprised and a bit convicted.
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When I was a little girl, I was not allowed to play in the court where we lived without the watchful eye of an adult or older sibling. Even though it appeared safe, my parents were afraid a car would come barreling around the corner, putting me in harm’s way. And they did not want me to attempt to venture over to the other side by myself, risking my safety.
As I grew older, I received the much anticipated lesson on how to cross the street to avoid injury. This lesson was called, “Stop, look and listen”. When I would come to the part of the court where it met the street, they first taught me to stop.
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