God has blessed me with a big family. They’re mine and I love taking care of them, making sure they have everything they need. Caring for them can be all-consuming at times, and it’s easy to get lost in my own little world. I do my best to make sure me and mine are happy and cared for. I work hard to look after my people and go to bed thankful that we are all warm, safe, well-fed, and healthy.
But I often wonder about the children who have no one to take care of them. What about those children that go to sleep hungry, whose cries go unanswered? What of the little girl who doesn’t know the provision and protection of a father? When I think of the young man living on the streets and stealing food to bring home to his younger siblings, my heart breaks, as it should.