This past few weeks have been a really rough one, God has shown me more than I ever knew possible. This month, God wrecked my heart for the first time ever.
You never know when God is going to wreck your heart.
But out of nowhere…BAM your heart is torn to pieces. I’ve come to realize that everyone’s heart gets wrecked differently and for various reasons.
For me, homeless children caused the wreckage. I was on my way home from ministry and four little kids ran beside me saying “mademoiselle, please, mademoiselle” and I just ignored them.
I ignored them.
I didn’t smile and tell them I had nothing to give. I didn’t give them my water.
I didn’t even acknowledge their existence.
I just kept walking, leaving a chunk of my heart behind.
I didn’t know what to do, I felt helpless, so I did the only thing I could, I prayed.
I prayed that they had someone to give them hugs.
I prayed that they knew Jesus.
I prayed that they knew they were loved.
When I got home, I withdrew from everyone, I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t understand why they had to live that way and I didn’t understand how God could grant them that lifestyle.
I’m still not sure I understand why I get a warm bed and hugs when I’m sick and these babies don’t.
But God keeps bringing me to the same lesson: that I have to trust Him.
When I start doubting His plan or that He has a reason for everything, that’s when I let the devil creep in. Yeah, those kids don’t have most ideal circumstances, but God is going to use them in ways I could never imagine. All I can do is bless them when I get the chance, even if it’s just cookies and water, that’s what I can do.
Please pray for these children and that they find the love of Jesus. Pray that despite their circumstances, they come out as warriors for the Lord.
