what happens when you are a single mother
and you really, truly don't have enough money to
tell Jesus thank You, over
and over and over. thank you because you
know He never forsakes His own.
and if the fringe underneath your hair,
on your neck, begins to rise in terror every
so often, find someone you know who is REALLY
special. and doesn't forge , for widows, the admonition
from Jesus not to forsake us. someone who really knows
Jesus....and quietly, humbly ask for a little help. i have.
no matter what you don't have, always remember to pay
Jesus first. whatever the amount. and stand, and dare
the enemy to try and sway you over to his side packed
full of lies.
i can smell a single mother clear across a room.
and if i have anything in my purse, i share it because
i know we stand together and must help each other.
Jesus is our Husband. our Father. our Provider.
the Father to the fatherless. as sure as the sun rises
over the ridge tomorrow morning, you can know the
Savior of the world is busy watching over us. stirring
up miracles for our day.