As I'm sitting on the couch reading, I hear Selah wake up from her nap. I go and get her and then take her into Owen's room, who is stirring. I snuggle her down into the covers next to big brother and she repeats, "I'm gonna snuggle with my brother." Owen is happy and their little heads press up against each other as they look at me. Owen asks if he can have something to eat up in his bed. Caught in the moment, I acquiesce. To which Selah responds, "I don't need anything. I'm not hungry. [Opening her mouth wide] See? I'm not hungry."
As I easily scoop a snack out of the (crammed) kitchen pantry and head back upstairs, I ponder the interaction. I think about the warm, happy feeling I have looking at my two kids bundled beneath more than enough blankets on this cold, winter day. I think about their full bellies...or soon to be full bellies. I think about how incredibly blessed I am to be their mama. And I feel so incredibly burdened for the millions upon millions (actually, probably more like 2+ billion) mamas (and papas) out there who can't share this same experience with me.
"Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for your kingdom's cause...."