The Cheese, Grommit!!

I can never truly struggle with wondering if God actually cares about me, if God actually cares about us. I am chastened by my lonely thoughts of God being so distant and not caring about us when I am reminded of the so many times - especially those of late - where God has reached out and touched my family. He has blessed us so much. Let me proclaim it to the world - HE HAS BLESSED US BEYOND MEASURE!

I won't forget the milk that he has supplied us with for the past several years. On a regular basis, and without fail, when we needed it most...

I won't forget the groceries brought to us late at night by a wonderful woman, those many years back when we lived in the city. I won't forget how extraordinarily thrilled we children were to receive the food. It was like Christmas.

I won't forget the watermelon... the ground beef... the cantelope... I won't forget all the produce clients of Mom's have blessed us with. I won't forget all the food good friends give to us out of the goodness of their heart. I won't forget the meals.

I won't forget the cheese.

How could I ever forget that God really, truly, amazingly does care for us? How could I ever not realize that He is out to help us, and is always there for us, and is on our side, fighting for us valiantly? How could I ever forget? How could I forget that He moves for us time and time again, and that He weeps with us when we weep, and laughs when we are joyful? How could I believe that HE - perfectness and awesomeness embodied - could not care for US?