God, Pour down on us...

I have cried again and again tonight...tears of joy and tears of great sadness.

The joy: Chris and Aunt JoAnne assembled a team of 15 faithful warriors who spent hours and dollars and invested in Tommy's house all day last Saturday. They repaired, they painted, they tore out, they raked, they deep cleaned, they organized, they sweated, they sawed, they put in new electrical lines, they saw a huge need and they fulfilled it. I saw it tonight... it was amazing. They gave Tommy hope. They showed three little kids that there are people who love them and want to show them Christ's love in real ways... something I experienced over 20 years ago when our small group and many others showed up at 921 Belmar and poured out to us.

The sadness: Denver wrote a note on the new little doodle pad we brought him from Las Vegas.
" My thoughts are ruined and my heart is ruined and everything else..." in 6 year old spelling. Does a six year old need to feel pain like this? God, can You step in here and show him your power? Show each of them, that no matter what, You are there for them . God, You know the story; You know the pain, pour down on us.

I am just one broken woman, missing her daughters, Lord. Thank you for the blessings you pour down on us. And I thank you for the power of the Holy Spirit in me, in them, in each of us. May it always be so...