In bedtime's tossing thoughts, I lay awake, suddenly struck by a beauty I've been too dulled by familiarity to appreciate during daytime distraction. "God has a heart for orphans and widows," dropped into my mind's focus. "His eyes never stop watching them; His heart never grows cold. He literally takes up their cause for them, as though it were His own."
Every night, I pull back three layers of beautiful, soft, embroidered blankets, covering an extra padded mattress. With my God-fearing, superman father and selfless, godly mother sleeping soundly in the room two doors down, no fear of evil men stealing me in the night even mentions itself to me. Even when opened, my bedroom windows only usher in peaceful lullabies of golf course sprinklers and crickets. All of these blessings are purely of God's grace. I could easily have been born as one of the 197,000 children in India, rejected and abused, raised only by poisonous bottles, train tracks, and sex-traffickers.
If His eye is upon them -- their blows His wounds, their hungers His pangs, their cries His constant jeremiad -- then I cannot recline callously, while my Father's heart breaks.
Jesus said "I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." (Matthew 25:40) I hope to be moved to a heart of compassion for these little beloved people, as though it was Jesus Himself laid out on those tracks.
By October 7th, 2013, by the grace, leading and provision of God, my goal is to have raised $1,000 for this cause -- rescuing a total of 5 street children, solely by the power and love of His incredible Spirit. My Abba who adopted me wants to adopt these little guys too. Please pray for the children of Asia's streets, and if Papa God so tugs your heart to add any amount (no number is too small!), I'll be glad for the partnership!