Volunteer to help.

Had a dream last night that I walked into a single mother’s home because I heard crying from outside. When I walked in, the mother was hitting on her baby. A baby way too young to understand anything she was saying. I said, Stop! She looked at me and broke down in tears. She had a house full and was caring for everyone by herself. I said, I’ll take care of the kids for a few days so you can go and get some rest. She had never had a break.

There are some single mothers who are tired, frustrated and at their wits end, and taking their frustration out on their children. It’s not right. But no one is noticing they need help, and everyone is too busy with their own lives. If you know a single mother, whether she opens up to you or not, volunteer to help give her a break! Shoot, I’m married with six kids and I get tired. I cannot imagine a single Mom handling it all by herself. Volunteer to help. It still takes a village.

9 thoughts on “Volunteer to help.”

  1. Yes my sister, it still takes a village!!!🔥🔥🔥
    That is something that this came to you about “Volunteering To Help!” This is what we should be about Loving Our Neighbors!!! I have to learn how to not take it personal when I offer to help and it’s refused. Then, to pray immediately for them and me that each individual will see the love of Jesus and not me. May people be receptive of the LOVE of God from His Disciples in the earth. In Jesus Name.🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️

    Thank you, 💕💐💜💕💐💜💕💐💜💕💐💜💕💐💜

  2. Yes Amen, I remember one of my Daughters had so much problems with the husband and him never being there she would be so upset and yes the Children would get it. I’d tell her baby mama take the kids go rest of go with Your friends don’t worry about nothing yes I’d walk into her home. and help her in the house. take her do her shopping take the Children to doctors for there check up. Cjurch It felt good especially to see my Daughter enjoy her babies Yes help a.mama at the bus stop or at the store Laundry. I Thank You LORD JESUS.”

  3. Yes mam it does and thank God for all the help that they receive from family and friends. They help take a load off and help give them rest thats well needed.

  4. This hits home for me.
    My first request / plea to God for the year was to bless me with sufficient funds that I can tend my two boys with ease, and enjoy the gift of Parenting as a blessing.
    Second was that God redeems time for me and my boys that we can actually share time as a family.
    And finally, that they see a totally different side to me : a mom who is joyful and at ease. Not anxious, stressed and burnt out.

    Running away from an abusing marriage four years ago by the skin of my teeth, going through a divorce process two years ago, losing my dad to covid last year only to find out weeks later he wasn’t my biological dad…and suddenly being without family and searching for my birth parents. This seems impossible.

    As I type this my entire life seems impossible. But I trust God, not impossible for Him .

    Mimi, Nigeria x

  5. This devotional is confirmation to a conversation that I had. Thank you for allowing the Lord to use you to speak what He laid on my heart. I appreciate you. Blessings, Shalom and Agape 👀🙏🏽❤️📖🙏🙌🏽

    1. I am a single mom. I asked my pastor if we could have a single parent ministry to encourage each other in the struggles we face, and his response was that they have all the ministries they need. It was another blow from the church. I thought I finally found my home church. Now, I am only coming to see that in many churches I and like women will be invisible. Even our gifts and talents will be invisible. I am so tired of being unseen and unheard. Honestly, I did not go to church today because I am swaying on the edge of calling church quits. They can see my tithes and offering and the box they put me in but not me. The only reason I hold on is because of my love, commitment and loyalty to Jesus Christ and the Body of Christ. And I believe He is birthing a ministry and purpose out of my pain, but ohhhhh, the pain! Lord, help me. Changing churches is really not an option because I know from experience wherever I go, I may expereience more of the same. I can become bitter or intercede for the Body. Please pray for me to turn my pain into purpose and not an exit from the church and bitterness.

      1. My sister, sorry you experienced that from your church. Forgive them. Passion is an indicator of purpose. Go be that blessing God made you to be to the singles Moms in your community and abroad. God has ordered your steps and He’s going to provide for the vision He gives you.

  6. Thank you so much my sister. When I read the devotional, I could totally relate to that mother. And from personal experience, I know that is what so many women including myself are going through. My heart goes out to them, and I know I am called to them. At a time when the pain is so intense, God is telling me to not check out but to tap in, into Him (deeper into Him) His Church (serve even harder) and His people (love harder). Instead of letting my pain shut me down and up, I must pour out like never before to the people and women in need. Continued pain has a way to draw even the most loving, encouraging, giving and life speaking woman inward to a place of hardness and focusing only on herself. Sometimes she wonders how can she always see others but yet be so invisible. Despair can make her bitter instead of purposeful and useful. Your devotional encouraged me to get back to pouring out even in the midst of the pain. I thought no one really saw or helped because on the outside I am and appear so strong. I thought I needed to become vulnerable and share what the needs of my son and I were. When I did on multiple occassions, I was meet with rejection and feeling like I was an untouchable. I was even told that my 15 year old son would have to figure things out on his own when I expressed his need for a strong role model and guidance as he is struggling with a lot right now. Everyone speaks so highly of my son. They think he has it all together because of the amazing, kind, intelligent, wise beyond his years, mature for his age, caring, strong but humble and serving young man that he is. On the inside though, he is crumbling and battling a lot. It hurts so much to watch him battle. It hurts to watch those who he may have thought would be there not be there the way he needs. It hurts to not be able to be the male in his life that he needs at such a crucial time. I am a woman, I cannot fill the void meant to be filled by a man or father. I’ve come to the conclusion that God has blinded people to the pain and struggles to push me into purpose and to be the change I want to see in the Body of Christ. I want to be the eyes of Christ that sometimes people don’t have to see the unseen and be the ears of Christ that people sometimes don’t have to hear the unheard. Seeing, some don’t see. Hearing, some don’t hear. Some are just so busy. Some don’t want to get their hands messy. Some don’t like that what they feel makes them uneasy because it calls for real effort on their part to make a difference, effort that they just don’t want to sacrifice or give. Some say, I got my own problems to deal with. But if more could just feel what Jesus feels for others. It is what I feel for others that is giving me the passion to pour out when I myself am experiencing so much need. Because I feel and am experiencing others pain myself, I want to be balm in God’s Hands so that He through my life can administer healing to others. I must triumph to show others the way to victory. There is a love and fire in me that just will not die no matter the crushing. This love, can’t be from me. It is the love of God. Some through naive ignorance and some through purposely chosen obliviousness have no feeling or have lost touch with those needing touch the most. How can one feel though, if they harden their heart because they want to stay comfortable being uninvolved. People want to do things on a grand level and stick to shallow Christainity. People want to take the world for Christ but don’t want to meet the needs of those right in the same room as them without bias and prejudice. Not all are this way, and I thank God for them. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’ I believe that God is going to bring revival and awakening to the Body of Christ through the crushed, unseen and unheard. Through their surrender to Him and willingness to be used by Him in spite of all they’ve been through that almost took them out of Christ and far away from the churched, a sound will be released in the earth that will break God’s people’s heart for what breaks His. The cries in secret of the forsaken, forgotten and crushed in spirit are paving a way for and preparing them to release a Sound of the Father in the earth that will call hearts back from the strange places that their lust, selfish pleasures and ambitions have carried them off to and back into the Father’s hearts desire and will. Thank you again. Your devotional, with the pain, are pushing me into the birthing position and helping me to embrace my laboring with the joy of the Lord and the joy of purpose. There is no room for bitterness in my birth canal. Bitterness will kill what we carry that is destined to bring life upon delivery. Thank you for your reply to my previous post. You saw, you felt, and you heard with the intentive ears, compassion ate heart and eyes of the Father. Thank you for seeing, feeling for and hearing not just me but many, many, many women through the dream God gave you. You did not just see, hear and feel, you responded by writing the devotional to provoke people to action. Love you, so very, very much. Thank you so much my sister. When I read the devotional, I could totally relate to that mother. And from personal experience, I know that is what so many women including myself are going through. My heart goes out to them, and I know I am called to them. At a time when the pain is so intense, God is telling me to not check out but to tap in, into Him (deeper into Him) His Church (serve even harder) and His people (love harder). Instead of letting my pain shut me down and up, I must pour out like never before to the people and women in need. Continued pain has a way to draw even the most loving, encouraging, giving and life speaking woman inward to a place of hardness and focusing only on herself. Sometimes she wonders how can she always see others but yet be so invisible. Despair can make her bitter instead of purposeful and useful. Your devotional encouraged me to get back to pouring out even in the midst of the pain. I thought no one really saw or helped because on the outside I am and appear so strong. I thought I needed to become vulnerable and share what the needs of my son and I were. When I did on multiple occassions, I was meet with rejection and feeling like I was an untouchable. I was even told that my 15 year old son would have to figure things out on his own when I expressed his need for a strong role model and guidance as he is struggling with a lot right now. Everyone speaks so highly of my son. They think he has it all together because of the amazing, kind, intelligent, wise beyond his years, mature for his age, caring, strong but humble and serving young man that he is. On the inside though, he is crumbling and battling a lot. It hurts so much to watch him battle. It hurts to watch those who he may have thought would be there not be there the way he needs. It hurts to not be able to be the male in his life that he needs at such a crucial time. I am a woman, I cannot fill the void meant to be filled by a man or father. I’ve come to the conclusion that God has blinded people to the pain and struggles to push me into purpose and to be the change I want to see in the Body of Christ. I want to be the eyes of Christ that sometimes people don’t have to see the unseen and be the ears of Christ that people sometimes don’t have to hear the unheard. Seeing, some don’t see. Hearing, some don’t hear. Some are just so busy. Some don’t want to get their hands messy. Some don’t like that what they feel makes them uneasy because it calls for real effort on their part to make a difference, effort that they just don’t want to sacrifice or give. Some say, I got my own problems to deal with. But if more could just feel what Jesus feels for others. It is what I feel for others that is giving me the passion to pour out when I myself am experiencing so much need. Because I feel and am experiencing others pain myself, I want to be balm in God’s Hands so that He through my life can administer healing to others. I must triumph to show others the way to victory. There is a love and fire in me that just will not die no matter the crushing. This love, can’t be from me. It is the love of God. Some through naive ignorance and some through purposely chosen obliviousness have no feeling or have lost touch with those needing touch the most. How can one feel though, if they harden their heart because they want to stay comfortable being uninvolved. People want to do things on a grand level and stick to shallow Christainity. People want to take the world for Christ but don’t want to meet the needs of those right in the same room as them without bias and prejudice. Not all are this way, and I thank God for them. ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you.’ I believe that God is going to bring revival and awakening to the Body of Christ through the crushed, unseen and unheard. Through their surrender to Him and willingness to be used by Him in spite of all they’ve been through that almost took them out of Christ and far away from the churched, a sound will be released in the earth that will break God’s people’s heart for what breaks His. The cries in secret of the forsaken, forgotten and crushed in spirit are paving a way for and preparing them to release a Sound of the Father in the earth that will call hearts back from the strange places that their lust, selfish pleasures and ambitions have carried them off to and back into the Father’s hearts desire and will. Thank you again. Your devotional, with the pain, are pushing me into the birthing position and helping me to embrace my laboring with the joy of the Lord and the joy of purpose. There is no room for bitterness in my birth canal. Bitterness will kill what we carry that is destined to bring life upon delivery. Thank you for your reply to my previous post. You saw, you felt, and you heard with the intentive ears, compassion ate heart and eyes of the Father. Thank you for seeing, feeling for and hearing not just me but many, many, many women through the dream God gave you. You did not just see, hear and feel, you responded by writing the devotional to provoke people to action. Love you, so very, very much.

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