My husband left for Lesvos, Greece this morning. In case you haven’t heard, thousands upon thousands of innocent people are fleeing a horrible terrorist organization called ISIS. They are paying upwards to $3500 to board a raft or small boat, put on a life jacket that they actually don’t know is fake (yes, fake) and they take the extremely dangerous 6 mile trip over harsh, choppy water to the small island of Lesvos in Greece. Many people don’t make it, many babies, children, men and women don’t survive this trip.
So when God calls…we go. In this case, my husband went with an amazing group of people to go help, in whatever capacity is needed. Political views aside, there’s no way we can turn our backs on what is happening. If just one small child feels the love of God, the whole trip will be worth it. Yes I wish I had been able to go with them, but like many women across the country, I am called to “hold down the fort.” I am a comfort to my children and I make sure their Daddy doesn’t need to worry about anything on this end. We will miss him horribly, but all I ever wanted was a husband who chased after God, and I have that.
“For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.’ Then the righteous will answer him, saying, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you drink? And when did we see you a stranger and welcome you, or naked and clothe you? And when did we see you sick or in prison and visit you?’ And the King will answer them, ‘Truly I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.” Matthew 25:35-40