Last night, my 4-year-old son gave us a scare. He's prone to respiratory problems any time he gets sick and he had gotten a stomach bug. A few times, I thought his breathing got a little too slow or troubled and I was about to jet to the emergency room.
Thankfully, his breathing was regulated and we made it through with a trip to the after-hours clinic. We left with these resources:
--A prescription for medicine that would keep him from being so nauseous.
--A phone number to call at any time during the night and talk to an on-call nurse.
--A list of symptoms to look for that would cause us to go to any one of the FOUR Emergency rooms within easy driving distance of our house.
And, once again, I felt the weight of being in America. The balance of gratitude that my son has so many options to keep him safe and of hurt for moms all around the world without any of these options. I just can't imagine what it's like to watch your child become dehydrated without being able to help. I can't imagine not being able to tell my son that we're going to do something that will make him feel better.
I don't ever want to take these things for granted. I want each time that I feel the weight to cause me to pray and pray and pray for the moms around the world that don't get these opportunities. I want it to cause me to rethink how much I can do to support these moms through agencies and ministries that bring life-saving clean water, medicine, and more. And I want it to stir in me an even deeper longing for His Kingdom to come to earth as it is in Heaven.
Join me in praying?
With Hope,
Kim Bandy
Director
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