Lately, I am doing a lot of singing a long with Rich Mullins… Whose song, Here in America, repeats the line, “And the holy king of Israel loves me here in America”.
Jesus loves his disciples here in America. Mommas are on my heart lately. Mommas are martyrs, because martyr means witness. They die to self everyday and share in the hardships of Christ in order to witness the life of Christ to their children. (I’m not talking about having a martyr syndrome here.)
Should we undervalue this fellowship? We do, and moms don’t know their worth. But Jesus sees. Lord, give us eyes to see, affirm the mommas. The enemy wants to kill, steal and destroy across the ocean and here in America. He wants to beat down the mommas and steal the children. God wants us to draw strength from the momma in prison for her faith and know our battle is real too.
“Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? And yet not one of them is forgotten before God. Indeed the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are of more value than many sparrows”. – Jesus (Luke12:6-7)
Sending love out to all the mommas – “Friends, when life gets really difficult, don’t jump to the conclusion that God isn’t on the job. Instead, be glad that you are in the very thick of what Christ experienced. This is a spiritual refining process, with glory just around the corner.” (1Peter4:12&13)