God, my heart is broken. What do you want me to do? I see the street kids. I learn their stories. I witness their hopelessness and desperation. I hear their pleas. “Mama Karen, I want to go to school,” “Mama Karen, take me with you.” Underneath these pleas are desperate children, crying for help. “Help me out of this desperate situation. Give me a reason to put down my glue bottle and strive to behave in a better way. I know I am not meant for this cold, careless, terrifying life on the streets, and the painful realities that come with it. Give me a reason to believe that I can trust your love for me, and that I don’t have to hold back my heart, but I can breathe out and freely love you too.”
“Allow me to learn that unlike many others who make promises, you will stick this out. You will stay. You will stand behind what you say. You will bring more help to me, get me out of this soul-killing environment, and show me how to have a bright and promising future as I learn to support myself. Allow me to be seen…as I really am. Not just one face in a sea of dirty faces, but as an individual–with a heart, hopes, dreams, talents, and worth. When will my day come? The day when I hear a “yes, it is time, come with me. Your new life starts today, because I believe in you and others do too…we believe in your worth.”
God, my heart is broken. What do you want me to do? I see the street kids. I learn their stories. I witness there hopelessness and desperation. I hear their pleas.
For now, my heart cries as I pray, and hope, and wait for the justice that is meant to come through others who step up to share this burden. For the others who also say, “I believe in your worth.”
James 2:14-17 “What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.”