Another trip down to Transitional Youth gave me yet, another glimpse into our Lord's heart. This time it was deeper and cut right to the heart of me.
I am a mother. Every day I wake up around 6:00am to one of the little rug-rats coming in bright-eyed, chipper as ever, ready to jump into my cozy, warm, bed and start tickling, laughing, and crawling under the sheets to tickle our feet. Now, that is sweet and all, but I'd say half the time I don't really think so.
Ok, hold up. I met a mother of 2 with one on the way, her name was Christina. First glance might tell you she is beautiful, black, strong, and hefty enough to hold off a couple men at once. But I had a few more glances than that, some talking, some praying. Sitting with her just made me so sad. The sadness and exhaustion just oozed from her. Raising two small children with one on the way, no where to stay, no stable income, no daddy, not much education, moving from place to place, having friends who are just like you that have had a childhood very similar to your children is.....
I just don't have words for what it is. My heart hurts for Christina. Jesus' heart hurts for Christina.
I look at my life and realize I really don't have anything to give her. Except Jesus. Jesus is the ONLY thing that lasts. I am so thankful to have Him in my heart, mind, and body. Lord help me be the hands and feet of the Spirit that lives in me.
Once again, a reminder to me when my happy, laughing children wake me up at 6:00am. Serenity, you are the Body, now live it.