If you’ve been reading some of these posts, you may have picked up that I like talking about the precious ‘children’ we’ve been blessed to love. Some of these and their families have changed wonderfully and dramatically while others still struggle. But just as with ‘real’ children, love doesn’t depend on them. God made each one amazing, whether he or she gets it or not, and we hold out hope that God will complete His purpose for each, and that maybe we will get to see it.
I set out on this project with a rough idea of stories to share. But I have been keeping it day-by-day for a very specific reason: while we always need support and prayer here, it is my biggest dream that perhaps the kind of thing we do could catch on more. We know that people are increasingly hurting just about everywhere, and indeed there are folks doing some wonderful stuff to reach them, but clearly too many are being missed.
For the most part I don’t see this lack of laborers as disinterest as much as paralysis. People don’t know where to begin. “I could never do what you do,” people tell us. Well, neither could we. You have to start somewhere, so I do hope that somehow our experience might provide courage to others to give this a try. You don’t have to be brilliant or gifted; you only need to be able to see God’s image in others, and keep letting them know about it. We don’t rescue anyone. We just love them and wait.
Today I got two calls. One was from a young woman calling about going to church tomorrow. I hadn’t seen her in over a year–she had been one of our promising ones, smart and insightful, good hearted, but had basically walked away from us and faith. Last week she reconnected, and today she told me she had simply decided to repent, and is very happy about that.
The second call was from Dtang, who I wrote about in Day 2: Teens with Trauma. For the first time ever, she wasn’t calling to ask me for something (once in a while I put a couple dollars on her prepaid phone). She just called to talk; told me she’s doing much better health wise.
She said she had just been to the doctor to talk about a planned orthopedic surgery, and that to do it right there would be a cost. I braced myself for a request to pay for it. (We are always ready and willing to help people, but not to be their American ATM. ) Instead, Dtang told me she and her husband had already worked out how to save up for it.
We figured out Dtaan is staying very near to a church I know, in fact very near to the beach where she was baptized. She told me she hardly dared go on her own, but if I got the pastor to contact her that would be fine. Deal. She talked about her 17 year-old sister, whom I have also been concerned about, and gave me a number to call.
For every fun turnaround of course there are several still struggling. I just keep watching, waiting, and seeking. I have a few on my mind right now: One just tells me she’s miserable but hasn’t accepted my offer for a call. Another told me she was desperate and wanting to visit, but has since gone quiet. Another young unhappy one is caught in codependency.
Another told me that he was ready to change and “come back to serving God”, but then dropped out of sight. He will be back.