You Don't Miss A Thing

I was out for a walk this afternoon.  The plus 10 degree weather brought me hope.  As I watched the water run down the sides of the streets, I felt  a lightness return to my step.  Snow was melting.  Our world is about to thaw.  Spring is coming.  Just like every year until now, this frozen land would come back alive again.  My body moved easier in the kinder temperature.  It's almost like the weariness that settles in my bones during winter was lifting and falling off.  The blueness of the sky a contrast next to the feather like clouds that surrounded the sun.  I felt the sun warm my face.   This place was not forgotten and barren.  I felt energized and alive.

I walked along the dyke on the edge of town, the prairie sky open around me.  I continued walking, visiting with God as I went and listening to my newest praise music,  Our conversation fluttered back and forth on topics, things that are dear to my heart and about what God wanted me to be doing, how I could speak more into the life of a new friend recently going through huge life changes and on to what I was to be doing with my dreams and my longing for more of His spirit my life.  I got our mail and ended my walk listening to the song at the top of this blog post.

In the mail was a new letter from our compassion sponsor child. Last week a new updated photo of her had arrived. Meski was so excited and she quickly made a card and gathered stickers to send this little girl living around the world in a land Meski herself once walked.  She proudly added a photo of our family and reminded her that she too was born in Ethiopia.  She wrote that she loves her and loves that she knows about God.  Today, I read the words translated into English from Amharic, words about wanting prayer for her studies and that her family is fine.  Words asking how we were and how we had celebrated the Christmas feast.  In the midst, she told us she loved us.  Later she added that she would like to meet us face to face and then closed by saying she loved us and so did her mother.

"You don't miss a thing"... this young girl and her mom's love, or maybe more so her need for the sponsorship to have food and schooling and to survive and hopefully thrive in a city without a dad.  I take for granted that each month money goes from our account to support them.  I forget to pray for them.  And suddenly I was reminded about the piece I have to play providing sponsorship for this little girl and the prayers I can send out on her and her family's behalf to our God who cares, who listens and who loves.  This girl and her family reply on us to help provide food, schooling, and our gifts provide traditional clothing and cloth to make more clothing.  We had asked for a child in Addis Ababa so we could visit her but when we were in Addis 5 years ago it didn't work out.  As I go about my day I often forget that we have this opportunity to make a difference in her life, and in the lives of others that we sponsor.  And because it makes a difference in her life it is worth doing.  He chose our family to connect with this one- He doesn't miss a thing.

You Don't Miss A Thing

When You stand
I feel the floor of Heaven tremble
As You breathe
We live and have our being
When you speak
Oh I feel it in my chest
When You sing
All my fears are put to rest

What a wondrous thing
I can stand to sing
Cause when I fall to my knees,
You’re the one who pulls me up again

What a mystery
That You notice me
And in a crowd of ten thousand
You don’t miss a thing

When you sigh
The wind becomes a sonnet
When you laugh
The storm around me ceases
You whisper
And all my enemies are scattered
You surround me
With angels on assignment