I’ll be having my first book signing for my middle grade fantasy this weekend at Century Center. As I’ve thought about my writing career, I’ve realized that my passion for writing really goes deeper than just the sales, success, and even the writing itself. I think it’s something that I’ve been searching for, for a while, not really knowing what it was.
As I was driving the other day, I believe God spoke to my heart, and I wanted to share it. Two words came to mind: Widows and Orphans.
James 1:27 says, “Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.”
These two classes of people are really a lot alike–less fortunate and dependent upon others. I believe that this is the reason James, the brother of Jesus, made this point in his writings.
The first class of our little citizens are our own orphaned children, unwanted, often times abused, and in need of so much love. Years ago, there were orphanages in the United States and they cared for ones such as these. But where have they gone? We live in the greatest country in the world, and it seems that orphanages have fallen between the cracks. There are so many people who would love to adopt these little ones.
I know there are social services that do the best they can, but I’d like to bring back”orphanages” to this country; a warm place and a home for abused children who so desperate need to be loved and cared for until they can either be adopted into loving homes, or if I may go one step further, by offering counseling to their parent(s). Is this really too big of a thing to see come to life? I don’t believe so because “with God all things are possible.” ~ Luke 1:37
The second class of citizens are our own widows. While some may be left wealthy, many others are left with little to make ends meet. “Honor widows who are widows indeed.” ~I Timothy 5:3 These who haven’t been as fortunate also need our help, love, and compassion. And as they grow older, they become more fragile and dependent like a child depends upon a parent. My heart truly goes out to them.
I’d like to see a place for widows (and widowers) where they can live out their days in peace, knowing that they’ll be taken care of by those who will love them to the very end; who will comfort them in their time of need. I’m not referring to a hospital setting or “an old folks home”. I’m speaking of places throughout our country that are more like homes with homey settings . . . by the water where they are able to see the beauty of God’s blessings and watch the waves push to shore, or to watch a thunderstorm move across the water and light up the waves.
Or, see sunrises and sunsets . . .
I know that “With God all things are possible.” ~ Luke 1:37
What greater joy than this: knowing we are taking care of our widows and orphans?
As we grow older, we realize that in the end, it’s not about us, it’s about loving others–even the unlovable and less fortunate. This is necessary. And I can’t think of any two groups of people who are less fortunate and more deserving of love and care than these two groups.
It is my desire to someday be in a position to help these and provide them with their needs. I’m unable to do this now, but I’m tossing my net out to see what God has in store because He is a good God. What a wonderful thing to see that net overflow with God’s rich blessings to help ones such as these.
~blessings to you all