Stories from my heart
Standing between railroad tracks we watched the sun’s light fade away as a cool breeze hugged me and the little girl in my arms. My sweet company was captured by the stars. I showed her the Big Dipper and North Star. We discussed where stars come from and where the sun went for the night right before the young girl rested her head on my shoulder. Nothing seemed better than in that moment, for both the both of us.
The smell of chili, corn, bread and cake tickled our noses, causing us to follow it’s trail. What I saw was heartbreaking...yet absolutely beautiful. What the little girl saw was reality. -- The scene? 'Hope at Riverfront.' A church, primarily a congregation of homeless or near homeless, gathering for fellowship and dinner.
Like usual people converse, men and women pray for other men and women, and the children run back and forth through the moonlit field. But if you were to rewind this scene about an hour before, you would hear reality revealing conversations at the children’s table…
“Daddy ran off. Mama says daddy ran off with an eighteen your old girl. Daddy’s gone....” - A handsome three year old blonde hair, blue eyed boy. Though we’re all not perfect it kills me to hear this! These children, and how many more, are confused, broken and hurting. It pains me to see and hear this! Dear reader, we all have an essential part in our families, and if no one is there to be a good example then we are hurting our generation and the next to come! At some point this has got to stop! However, only heart changes will transform this culture.
For the Father who walked out on his family I know there is hope for him. As long as he’s living I’m holding out hope. -- For the time being I look down at his little girl in my arms and wish I could take away her pain, but instead I try to show her what it means to be loved, because it’s never a guarantee if I’ll ever see her or her siblings again. -- That was the last night I held her, watched the sun set and spotted constellations in the sky. That was the last night we all ate and laughed together. My only regret is that I could not recall her name...yet the LORD who calls her by name won't fail to be there for her.
As much as reaching out to my brothers and sisters is mentally, emotionally and spiritually draining, this is why I love what I do. I love listening to, talking to, and laughing with the people. I love becoming a consistent part of their lives. Their stories are special; excitingly some stories are about to take the wildest adventure yet, about to break free from addiction and walk into the freedom of Salvation! As exciting as this is, it's also a time when Satan tactically attacks, blow after blow. This is where we, brothers and sisters in the faith, can lift them up in prayer. Waring in the spirit realm on behalf of our family. We can be confident that our prayers are powerful and effective [James 5:16].
With Love,
Rebecca Joy
The smell of chili, corn, bread and cake tickled our noses, causing us to follow it’s trail. What I saw was heartbreaking...yet absolutely beautiful. What the little girl saw was reality. -- The scene? 'Hope at Riverfront.' A church, primarily a congregation of homeless or near homeless, gathering for fellowship and dinner.
Like usual people converse, men and women pray for other men and women, and the children run back and forth through the moonlit field. But if you were to rewind this scene about an hour before, you would hear reality revealing conversations at the children’s table…
“Daddy ran off. Mama says daddy ran off with an eighteen your old girl. Daddy’s gone....” - A handsome three year old blonde hair, blue eyed boy. Though we’re all not perfect it kills me to hear this! These children, and how many more, are confused, broken and hurting. It pains me to see and hear this! Dear reader, we all have an essential part in our families, and if no one is there to be a good example then we are hurting our generation and the next to come! At some point this has got to stop! However, only heart changes will transform this culture.
For the Father who walked out on his family I know there is hope for him. As long as he’s living I’m holding out hope. -- For the time being I look down at his little girl in my arms and wish I could take away her pain, but instead I try to show her what it means to be loved, because it’s never a guarantee if I’ll ever see her or her siblings again. -- That was the last night I held her, watched the sun set and spotted constellations in the sky. That was the last night we all ate and laughed together. My only regret is that I could not recall her name...yet the LORD who calls her by name won't fail to be there for her.
As much as reaching out to my brothers and sisters is mentally, emotionally and spiritually draining, this is why I love what I do. I love listening to, talking to, and laughing with the people. I love becoming a consistent part of their lives. Their stories are special; excitingly some stories are about to take the wildest adventure yet, about to break free from addiction and walk into the freedom of Salvation! As exciting as this is, it's also a time when Satan tactically attacks, blow after blow. This is where we, brothers and sisters in the faith, can lift them up in prayer. Waring in the spirit realm on behalf of our family. We can be confident that our prayers are powerful and effective [James 5:16].
With Love,
Rebecca Joy
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