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Long (day 17)



long (verb): to have an earnest or strong desire or craving; yearn

I have many desires. A month full of "sleep-in-Saturdays", financial security, a return trip to Guatemala, a peaceful home, a new-to-me car that actually works, world peace, a backpacking European trip with my kids for my 50 birthday (yes, that's the next "big" one!) are just a few of the things in which I long for.

Funny how one email can totally erase all those longings, causing a new list to formulate. 

I long for the end of poverty and hunger.
I long for every child in the world to have a comfortable bed inside of a safe home, with a family that eats dinner together and never worries about when the next meal may be.
I long for every child in the world to have opportunities to dream and to read and to be educated. 

I long for every child in the world to be shielded from the evils of the world ~  war, abuse, injustices, the darkness of violence and human trafficking, that their innocence could be protected and preserved.

I long for every child to know Jesus, know the hope that is found in Him and the eternity that waits for us in heaven!


The email which changed my perspective this morning came from World Help announcing the arrival of the new Christmas catalog (yes, I'm a little excited)! 


Check out the World Help Christmas Gift Catalog here



P.S. You might want to check out Kate's place today because she's having an awesome give away. But don't enter. I want that cute Krafty Kash necklace! ;)

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  1. How often we forget and get caught up in longing for petty things that we think will make OUR day better. I have this problem, I know. I got a similar catalog in the mail--maybe I need to actually look at it and give to something bigger than myself. Thank you for your reminder and example :). --your FMF neighbor :)

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