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Her thin
frame threatens to give way as she glances up. Her eyes tell so much before she
even speaks. She’s tired. She’s desperate. She’s lonely. And as she begins to
ask for help her voice cracks and the tears begin to flow. A single mother with
several small children, unemployed and she just found out she’s pregnant again.
. .
frame threatens to give way as she glances up. Her eyes tell so much before she
even speaks. She’s tired. She’s desperate. She’s lonely. And as she begins to
ask for help her voice cracks and the tears begin to flow. A single mother with
several small children, unemployed and she just found out she’s pregnant again.
. .
He lowers
his head of gray and white and quietly asks if he too can have a box of food.
He’s one of only a few in the trailer park with a working vehicle, trying to
help out his neighbors by bringing them here. He’s barely got enough gas to get
them back and doesn’t even have food in his own home. A glance into his eyes
and you can see the burning question, “Will someone help me?” . . .
his head of gray and white and quietly asks if he too can have a box of food.
He’s one of only a few in the trailer park with a working vehicle, trying to
help out his neighbors by bringing them here. He’s barely got enough gas to get
them back and doesn’t even have food in his own home. A glance into his eyes
and you can see the burning question, “Will someone help me?” . . .
She holds
onto her Grandma’s leg with all the strength in her tiny body. You could lose
yourself in the depth of fear and distrust in her eyes. She’s afraid the
stranger behind the desk is going to take her away – it’s happened before. . .
onto her Grandma’s leg with all the strength in her tiny body. You could lose
yourself in the depth of fear and distrust in her eyes. She’s afraid the
stranger behind the desk is going to take her away – it’s happened before. . .
Glimpses
into the lives of those around us. For days now I’ve had the song “Give Me Your
Eyes” by Brandon Heath playing on repeat. It’s become my prayer because I know
how easily I am sucked into my own world when things are a little chaotic. Just
last week there were deadlines that couldn’t be moved, stacks of paper that
were going nowhere quickly and more interruptions than my too tightly scheduled
day could handle. As I ran over to the church building to grab a copy of the
forms for a repeat visitor to fill out I audibly said, “Lord I really don’t
have time for this today!!” Ouch! How quickly compassion and mercy are thrown out
the door when it’s inconvenient.
into the lives of those around us. For days now I’ve had the song “Give Me Your
Eyes” by Brandon Heath playing on repeat. It’s become my prayer because I know
how easily I am sucked into my own world when things are a little chaotic. Just
last week there were deadlines that couldn’t be moved, stacks of paper that
were going nowhere quickly and more interruptions than my too tightly scheduled
day could handle. As I ran over to the church building to grab a copy of the
forms for a repeat visitor to fill out I audibly said, “Lord I really don’t
have time for this today!!” Ouch! How quickly compassion and mercy are thrown out
the door when it’s inconvenient.
“Give me
Your eyes for just one second, Give me
Your eyes so I can see”…
Your eyes for just one second, Give me
Your eyes so I can see”…
She is His
daughter. He knows her by name. He keeps her tears in a bottle. He desperately
wants her to know the love He has for her in its immeasurable width, depth,
length and height.
daughter. He knows her by name. He keeps her tears in a bottle. He desperately
wants her to know the love He has for her in its immeasurable width, depth,
length and height.
“Everything
that I keep missing, Give me
Your love for humanity”…
that I keep missing, Give me
Your love for humanity”…
He is a
son. God gave him that heart of compassion and mercy for his neighbors. God
knows that he is getting older and tired. God wants him to know there is rest
and hope in Him.
son. God gave him that heart of compassion and mercy for his neighbors. God
knows that he is getting older and tired. God wants him to know there is rest
and hope in Him.
“Give me
Your arms for the broken-hearted, Those ones
that are far beyond my reach”…
Your arms for the broken-hearted, Those ones
that are far beyond my reach”…
She is fearfully
and wonderfully made and He desires for her to know that perfect love which
casts out all fear.
and wonderfully made and He desires for her to know that perfect love which
casts out all fear.
“Give me
Your heart for the ones forgotten, Give me
Your eyes so I can see”…
Your heart for the ones forgotten, Give me
Your eyes so I can see”…
*photo by Jayson Kingsbeer
