“God is the giver of eternal life, and He can bring great good out of any situation. He raises the dead; He can also raise the broken.” – Bishop John Rucyahcna
Last week we went to hang out with the street boys, they were not at the place that we usually meet, so we set out to see if they were at one of their other regular hangouts. Sure enough they were there, in an enclosed walkway to escape the wind. When we showed up the stench of glue was thick. They were high. It was one of those raw moments when you get a glimpse of what their lives are like, I could feel the brokenness in the pit of my stomach. It was dark.
There have recently been some girls who have been hanging out with the boys. One of them caught my eye. She was sitting in the corner, leaning against a wall with juice box in hand (they place glue in a juice box, to make it less obvious, and inhale). She was so intoxicated that she could barely sit up straight. I sat next to her and put my arm around her, i asked if she was ok. She tried to avoid looking at me. I got up for a moment to talk to some of the boys and then when I came back to sit beside her she mumbled something about how I would steal “it” from her (it being her glue) and she stormed off as much as she could manage and went to hide around the corner.
Something in my spirit wouldn’t rest. I went to “find” her. She did not want me there, but she was too intoxicated to do much. I knelt down beside this scared and broken girl who was huddled up as if that was all that she could do to keep herself from falling to pieces. Asking God what I should do, and I just let Him lead. I looked her dead in the eye and just spoke. I told her that she was valuable, I told her I didn’t know who had hurt her but that she didn’t have to stay broken. I felt compelled to speak truth over her and to just let her know that she was loved and that she was not the garbage that she had been treated. Unsure of wether or not she could understand me or not I just waited, embraced her and looked; she looked back and me and started sobbing. My eyes filled with tears. She let down her walls enough to let me hug her.
This girl captivated me. I do not know the extent of her brokenness but I know that I have a God given love for her and that my heart is burdened for her. Please pray for Dolly, pray for restoration of her broken life and her shattered heart.
