something significant

So I do understand that there are some things - many things - I cannot control in my life. Lucky for me, I was born in America in 1972. I've not ever really worried about my meals, my water, curable diseases claiming my life or my family. I didn't have anything to do with that fact that put me on the path to easy livin'. Our preacher told a story this morning about believing he had forgotten his very old dog out over night - sure he would find her frozen dead in the yard. He was distraught and worried over the whole family's response. She was not in the yard and is alive and well. But his take away point: 100s of children died last night all over the world and I'm not fretting over them. Why? We don't see it much. We are blessed to be in this awesome country with all needs being met - even in tough times. So what do we do with this "From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked"? Without a doubt, anyone who reads this falls into the "given much" category. A friend works for Compassion International and I've stolen this picture from his fb page... I love it. Not because I love her dire situation, but because it speaks to me. I'd never let my little girl sit so close to the street. I'd never let my little girl be all alone in a public place. I'd never let my little girl be so dirty. Who does she belong to? Who? Jesus. He created her just like He created every child - yours and mine. He doesn't want her alone, scared, hurt, or dirty. He has given us so much to help her. We should do something. Something significant.