(Conversation from the other night with one of the teenagers at the night shelter we are working at)
“Where do the boys go to school during the day?”
“They do not go to school”
“Really? Oh, ok so what do they do all day?”
*Hands held out*
“What does that mean?”
“Beg, they beg, they beg on the streets all day”
Deep breath
The same sweet boy who draws me pictures of our hearts connecting,
lays on my lap to watch tv,
does not speak a word of English
reminds me that laughter is the universal language
who’s smile melts my heart all over again.
The same boy
is out on the street every day
begging people for money, food, whatever one will give.
How can that be?
How is that fair?
Why is this not hitting me like it should?
Why am I here?
What can I do to make this better?
How am I making a difference?
This is just a dream.
I need to be woken up.
I need my heart to wake up.
-I have not seen the righteous begging for bread. He is ever lending generously and his children become a blessing. -Psalm 37:25
