Part 3: The Trailer park
We pull into the trailer home park. Littered trash, stolen shopping carts, one lone kitty, and the strip club lights next door welcome us to our prayer walk location.
We walk down alleys of no order save the sticker on the backs of the trailer which indicate that inspection has been paid.
We arrive at a designated stopping point: the home of a woman whom NightLight has been discipling for a couple years.
The fence around her home right away symbolizes “protection” to me, that and her big dog that starts barking immediately.
As I pray God protects them from this dark place in which they live, her 3 year old who must be alerted by all the noise, comes out to greet us at the gate.
Soon his mom and dad follow and are delighted to see all of us.
Our two men talk to the husband, leaving mom and son with plenty of attention from us women. Before I know it, I am having a telephone conversation between my handphone and the young boy’s plastic toy phone that he carried outside. “Hello, how are you?”
Other neighbors pass by:
A large monster truck that is for sale,
We strike up a conversation with the latter group as they recognize some of the staff from the kids club that frequents the neighborhood.
The group was returning home from a quest “to find a fourth shopping cart,” a part of their slumber party adventure.
As a part of our routine, we ask if we can pray for them. I specifically was given the opportunity to pray lifting up the fatherless homes and men in jail or with sickness. But as soon as we all said “Amen”, one of the little girls (3rd graders) burst into tears…
My heart breaks.
We find out that her biological father had died when she was younger, and her step father is in jail. Her mom assures her that her step-father would be released soon and that he loves and misses her very much. One of the NightLight staff assures her that Papa God will always look after her.
I give her a hug and ask for her name.
She no doubt would be added to my prayer list as soon as we hop back in the car.
