When “The Least of These” Is Close to Home

There’s one in every family.

You know who I’m talking about.

The cousin with addictions, the sister who’s been abused, the step-brother with depression, or the nephew with an intellectual deficit.

The one that no one wants to deal with, is fed up with, or who is thought won’t amount to anything, so why bother?

You think the rest of the family doesn’t care but the truth is,  it’s easier for them this way.

To turn a deaf ear.

It’s less painful to turn their heads, not to look.

If they don’t see they can’t feel what might afflict them.

And life is supposed to be void of affliction, right?


So they hide to avoid it. And think maybe someday this will go away.

And the “one in every family”  is tucked away and forgotten.

But not by you.
I know your type.
There’s one of you in every family.
The responsible one.

You can’t look the other way. The silent cries are deafening.

You hear them when you go to bed, invading your consciousness as you try to sleep.

You want so much for them. The radiance of a sunset, the conversation of good friends, to see every new place you visit, to know Jesus, and to be set free from their burden.

But you’re not heroic.

Not at all.

You just happen to be the one in every family who is willing because you lean into a God who is able.

It hurts to be involved in their world. You wish you could close your eyes and fly away too. You pray they will be healed.

But they aren’t and you won’t…fly away.

Instead you stay, you feel, you stand, you fight.

You cry…
for the least of these.

“Truly I tell you whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine,
you did for me,”
Matthew 25:40 (NIV)

I’m looking forward, pressing on and seeking God in every bump and turn in the road.


This post originally appeared at Joying in the Journey.

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Christy Mobley
Christy is a girly girl who chases tennis balls for recreation and at the end of the day does her best thinking in the tub. She’s also a wife, mother, mother-in-law, mentor, and Life Purpose Coach. Her passion is to encourage women to move forward, and press on while seeking God's presence in every bump and turn in the road. You can find Christy at Joying in the Journey christymobley.com, Twitter, and Facebook