Some days, I am completely overwhelmed by the thought of my boys sleeping on the street. I feel like every now and then God opens up my eyes to the reality of the street. Those nights, like tonight are full of tears and prayers and cries to God.
I know the boys choose this life. I know that every single one of our boys has a way out of this, but unfortunately for them they are blinded to that. Instead, they choose life on the street. I know the dangers on the street. I have seen the injuries that they get when living on the street. I can only imagine the loneliness that comes with living on the street.
These are just babies. Children, dealing with things that most of us couldnever even imagine in our life times. While these boys are living on the street , a lot of them don’t have hope, they stop dreaming. Part of what God has called me to do here is to hope and dream for them until they catch on to it and start doing it themselves. Today I struggled. I looked at the boys at Masana, my little babies, and lacked faith and hope. (This is not something I easily admit to as “HOPE” is my word. Its who I am. Its what I stand for. It’s what God is.
But tonight, as I cried for myboys outside, God reminded me of howmuch He has done here. He IS HOPE. Yes, tonight the boys will still sleep on the street. The danger is still there. But tomorrow, when they walk through that gate. They walk into a house of hope. A place where they are encouraged to dream about their futures. A place where we have seen God renew hope and inspire dreams over and over again.
My tears are a reminder of how much God loves these little boys. Every single one of them. This is how much my heart breaks for them. Imagine how much their Father in heaven’s is breaking.
" May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD, even as we put our hope in you."