Saturday, September 3, 2011

Thoughts on the Journey

Friday mornings are my favourite. Not because the weekend is looming but because I get to share the morning with a group of boys that I have grown to love.

These guys are young on the outside. They are old on the inside. They have been through more than most experience in a lifetime. They are ten years old. And they are amazing.

This morning one of my boys was having a rough day. He was on the verge of tears all morning, but he didn't want to talk about it. I asked if I could pray for him. He said yes. When I finished praying, tears were streaming down his face. I hugged him. I told him how much I care about him. And I ache for him. It's hardly enough; it won't change his circumstances or ease his pain. But maybe - in that brief moment - he knew that he wasn't alone. There was someone there to acknowledge his pain and suffering.

Who am I to touch another's life - I with my own problems, issues and hang-ups? I only know that we are all on a journey. If that journey moves towards knowing Jesus and true Love, so much the better. I don't have all the answers; I really don't. But I know how to hold your hand. I know how to cry with you. And I know how to walk, putting one foot in front of the other.

And maybe that's all it takes.

1 comment:

Elisabeth said...

You sure do! And it's THAT, not any sort of wisdom or perfection that makes you one of my favorites. Ever. I'm so thankful to be seen, loved, walked alongside by you. Just one kindred spirit can make the WORLD of difference. (as those boys know.) *Fin*