I had the opportunity and privilege to pray with a woman last week. Her husband is divorcing her. He is throwing away his wife and pretending that it doesn't effect their children. She cameto church looking for prayer. She was facing a weekend of celebrations for one of her kids. Her husband would be there. She didn't want things to be hard or awkward for her child. She told her child that she would be there for the ceremonies and then she would give him a kiss and go; not hanging around. This is what she knew she needed to do for her child. Instead, she wanted to flee. She wanted to hide. But through her tears, she realized that real mommies don't run. The Lord gave me words to comfort her. We prayed then and I continued to lift her to our Father throughout the weekend. I haven't heard how it went. I keep praying.
Today I read
13 “The ostrich flaps her wings grandly,It reminded me of my conversation with this woman and how unlike an Ostrich this woman is. The love and care she has for her kids, the wisdom and understanding she seeks and most of all how she stayed put.
but they are no match for the feathers of the stork.
14 She lays her eggs on top of the earth,
letting them be warmed in the dust.
15 She doesn’t worry that a foot might crush them
or a wild animal might destroy them.
16 She is harsh toward her young,
as if they were not her own.
She doesn’t care if they die.
17 For God has deprived her of wisdom.
He has given her no understanding.
18 But whenever she jumps up to run,
she passes the swiftest horse with its rider.