Lately I wonder: how do parents not love their children? How can they do such a bad job. Some are owned by addiction. I understand that. But our family had a Mama just walk right out the door and not look back. She’ll tell you she “cared” but no Mama, no real Mama, can choose themselves over their child.
And it makes me so angry. Because all the love in the world can’t replace the loss those children feel from their biological mother choosing other things over them.
All I know to do is serve those orphans. Stand alongside them. It feels useless sometimes. It’s just one child. But one is something.
Find an orphan or a widow in your life.
And love them.
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