Ever notice how many people really aren't that upset about someone else's car breaking down, or a bad report at the doctor, or an overwhelming workload that has made someone else depressed? It could be as big as a cancer diagnosis or as small as a yard full of weeds that has someone feeling as if they are drowning.
It's easy to think, "ahhh...it's no big deal" as long as it's not happening to us.
May God help us not to live like that. Because we need to care.
My heart goes out to anybody who lost anyone they knew in the 9/11 tragedy. I'll never forget. None of us should, whether we lost someone we knew or not.
My heart goes out to the people whose homes blew up in California Thursday, killing four and immediately consuming dozens of homes.
My heart goes out to Bonnie who is very sick and waiting for an operation.
My heart goes out to Melissa, who now has to wait until Monday to hear...
My heart goes out to Juleen who is in pain.
My heart goes out to everyone who needs a job.
My heart goes out to Bro. and Sis. C. who experienced loss of family members and friends this week.
My heart goes out to Marsha who is a super Mom to 7 children and takes care of one of those children, Mark, 24/7 since he had a near fatal car accident and is disabled.
My heart goes out to a little boy named Dylan who was just diagnosed with Birkitt's lymphoma.
My heart goes out to many pastors and churches who are struggling and have asked for prayer.
My heart goes out to women who are living a secret life of domestic abuse and private pain.
My heart goes out to children whose parents are divorcing.
My heart also goes out to a woman somewhere in this world who feels overwhelmed by everyday life. She feels weighted down by her many responsibilities, none more important than her home. She straightened up last night before she went to bed, but like most nights/days, the mess seems to multiply and nobody in the house but her seems to get why this is oppressing. The laundry never stops, the dust keeps coming, there's a load in the dishwasher and another in the sink, the kitchen floor is sticky, the house plants are wilting, the weeds outside are growing, everybody in the house is saying they're hungry and on top of that the phone is ringing. She knows there are worse things in the world and she counts her blessings for even having a roof over her head. Still, the black cloud that descends on her emotionally when she wakes up to this environment causes her to want to get in the car,drive away and not come back for a while.
Yes, my heart goes out.
So much to care about, and to pray for.
And for most people just to know someone cares makes a huge difference.