Consumed

Do you know what it’s like to be consumed with something—or someone?

When that thing, dream, or person is all you can think about?

When you can’t sleep at night, because that thing, dream, or person is constantly on your mind?

When you have no appetite for food due to your anguish over not having that desire fulfilled?

When you cry at the “drop of a hat” because your heart is
b-r-e-a-k-i-n-g?

That’s where I am.

That’s where I’ve been.

How can so many children go unwanted, uncared for, undesired, unwanted, and thrown away?

How can precious life—regardless of physical appearance or special needs—not be treasured?

Around. the. globe!

It consumes me.

When I see files of children returned to their country of origin because no one in the U.S. or any other country came forward to CHOOSE them as their own, to claim them, to bring them into their home, to protect them, to love them...it. makes. me. sick.

To the point of despising food.

                How can I eat when so many are STARVING?

To the point of despising even going to the store.

                How can I buy anything for myself when I can save those coins and dollars to put toward another adoption?

To the point of despising TV and anything that distracts from reality of life.

                How can money be "wasted" on cable, satellite...?

Consumed.

Broken.

Torn apart.

Can’t sleep.

Don’t want to eat.

Yet, I feel helpless.

Except for the power of prayer and fasting.

That God’s people would be moved.

                To see others.

                To care.

                To rise up.

                To live selflessly.

                To do something!

To do WHATEVER IT TAKES to help the orphans and the widows who have no hope.

No. hope.

Ever seen orphans chained and abused? Try googling. It's horrifying. For copyright reasons I have left off the pictures....

Consumed.
Grieved!
God, use me.