Musings of a mini mexican

I am small, I am mighty, I am loved chosen and destined. I write not for anyone else to read really but to keep myself sane. Its how I process and in the process I have discovered I have a gift with words.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

villages,roadtrips and hope.

Today I learned that  life is precious, friends are priceless and sometimes it really does “take a village”
As the few of you who read my blog know  I’m involved in a youth ministry in inner  SE PDX and spend a lot of time mentoring  the kids in the youth group. Well this week has been one for the record books. We have been really struggling with one of our boys who has been battling addiction for sometime now. He had actually stopped coming to youth group and we were concerned that he was just too far gone, I admit I had stopped hoping for a miracle in his life because sometimes it hurts so much to hope. But this week the Lord proved that once again He is the God of the impossible cases. This kid asked me to drive him to a drug treatment program,, I was surprised and proud and of course took him up on the offer. To be perfectly honest though I didn’t think he would actually be there when I went to pick him up on Tuesday morning. He was and we headed to his new home for the next space of time. As we drove the 2 hours to the treatment center we talked about the Lord and the importance of making healthy choices, I shared with this kid where the Lord had brought me from and that because of what He had done in my own life that I believe that its never too late, and then I realized that I had actually believed this moment would never come. I realized that sometimes I don’t have the patience or faith to risk the hurt involved when hoping for miracles. I know this now though.. that I serve a God of the impossible things and that I can ask for big things. Anyways  we got him to treatment and helped him get settled and as we walked out the door I felt my heart break for the reality that this is something we have to deal with. The reality that not every kid has a cheering section and that everyday there are kids who make adult choices because the adults in their lives cant make healthy decisions. Which brings me to my next moment this week, on Wednesday night at youth group I had to help one of my other kids report someone in their lives who had been beating them and their baby sister, again I was hit with the reality that I have learned the things I have and come through all that I have for the purpose of rescue, to assist in the rescue of those ones who don’t have anybody who can be in their corner.  This is heartbreaking and hard but the most rewarding thing I have ever been able to do. I don’t like having to call caseworkers or go through paperwork about the drugs they’ve used recently but if this means that for one second that kid can realize that not only does Jesus love them but that I am in there corner cheering them on than that makes it totally worth it. So the moral of the story is that this week I learned that hope is always closer than we think,that rescue is always possible and that the most important thing I can do in this life is to just continue to rescue like I was rescued.

1 comment:

  1. Thanks love. I needed to be reminded of that. It is funny how God will give us big things when we ask...or even if we forget to ask. You know?