"I think we've come up with some beds...and I've got an overwhelming response from people who have other items they'd like to donate...is there anything else that you need?" She was reluctant to share her needs, but with some gentle prodding a simple list was built. She paused for a moment...and with a genuine, sincere voice she spoke..."thank you Brandy." How can I even begin to tell her that it has nothing to do with me?
I'm sorting through the responses I've already received for the beds. Your generosity has both touched and inspired me. Adding to their need, I'm also searching for dishes, silverware, dressers, couch/loveseat, TVs, lamps, blankets, sheets, pillows, etc. If you've already responded, I promise to get back to you. Thank you! If you'd still like to contribute, please drop me a line. I'm excited to believe we can have her place fully furnished in two weeks. Oh the joy this brings me! A deep and sincere thank you from the very bottom of my heart!
You have made a difference in the life of a child today!
A grandmother whom I'd never met before came into the center this afternoon. I know her family and love her grandkids. She enlightened me on some realities going on behind closed doors. She wept when I hugged her and told her that I would do what I could for those children. I took a deep breath and walked in to continue helping the teens with homework, like the conversation had never happened. But tonight, her words haunt my thoughts and weigh heavy on my heart. I'm left to wrestle with the question I often ask God...what can I possibly do?
A very good friend of mine recently returned home from a mission trip to New Zealand where he worked with inner-city youth on a film project. If there is one thing I've discovered in this ministry, it is the fact that a hurting child is a hurting child...regardless of what side of the state or ocean they live. He shared with me a poem, written by one of the students he ministered to...
Who cries for the children,
Who are standing in the rain,
Who will lend them comfort, who will feel their pain
Look upon their filthy hand,
Touch not the one badly bruised
Look into their fearful eyes
See the faces of those abused
Who cries for the children
Who feels their hurt and pain
Who gives them love and comfort
Who shelters them from the rain
Look upon their shattered lives
Feel the festering in their souls
Tell me who will lend their hand and lift them from their souls
Who will take a stand
Who will turn away in fright
Who will pretend they don't see the terrors that fill their night
Who will turn their backs
Who will refuse to see
Who will stand and say
These things just cannot be
Who cries for the children?
Who really will feel their pain?
Thank you for crying for these children. Thank you for feeling their pain.
The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' Matthew 25:40
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