I Don't Understand

I have been thinking about something since church yesterday and I have to admit that I really can't quite wrap my head around it.

The members of one of the Cell Groups at my church are reading through Max Lucado's book Outlive Your Life. During this study, they have been challenged to reach out in the community and make a difference.

What they shared with the rest of the church yesterday was that they had become aware that some of the children in our community were hungry and that they may only be eating when they are at school because they don't have food at home. The group is collecting food to bring to families in need and they shared about delivering to one family recently, when many other children came running asking, "Did you bring food for us too?"

This is where it gets fuzzy for me and I might be showing my ignorance or naivety by even asking about this. I just truly do not understand...but I want to.

I know that everyone doesn't have the same as everyone else and there are those who live in poverty. But we do live in the land of plenty, right? We are not talking about a third-world country.

With government agencies issuing food stamps, food banks and other charitable resources and churches all around who have food pantries, WHY are there hungry children???

Don't get me wrong...I am really excited for this group of friends who are listening to God and stepping out in faith to make a change. It has just caused me to ask more questions that I have answers. 

I sure hope I will get some comments. Tell me what you think.

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Okay, it's not my plan to blog about the new puppy every day. However, it might take me a few days to get it out of my system, so please indulge me.

See the photo? That is a mirror in our bedroom. 

And yes, it is covered by one of BK's princess dresses. Can you guess why?

Sheldon discovered himself in the mirror today while on BK's bed. Oh my goodness...what a fuss! Ears back, eyes bright, shoulders hunched, barking more than we have heard him bark in the short time we've known him.

Of course it was his own reflection, but he didn't know that. The funny thing is that we have been around other dogs and he did not bark. Only the sight of his own bundle of ferociousness moved him to action.

Interesting. Wonder what would happen if we spent some time in front of a mirror with our game face on. Could make a difference in our perception of ourselves, you think?

Delight of Her Heart

Here is my baby girl (who is not much of a baby at all anymore) on one of the happiest days of her life.

She has begged for a dog for two years now. She wrote letters to Santa and the Easter Bunny (at school) asking for a puppy. She prayed for one at the end of our dinner blessing on more than one occasion. She has collected so many stuffed dogs that sometimes it is hard for her to fit in her bed among all her nighttime friends.

Today we brought home an adopted dog named Sheldon to join our family. I can't think of anything else that would have delighted my sweet girl more than having her own dog to love. And this is a sweet boy who is very easy to love.

We can learn a lot from a child who refuses to give up on her dream.