My heart breaks, literally hurts, for the prisoners, homeless people, mentally challenged, and kids with behavior problems. What can I do? I am just one person. I don't have a lot of money, time or even energy. Sure, I can give a homeless person a couple of dollars, or buy them a meal. Then what? How does God handle the pain of seeing His children hurting so? In a place so full of anger, hatred, and suffering I can give kindness. I can give a smile or a hug, or a kind word. I
I pray my Honesty gives courage, my Openness produces healing, my Pain compels comfort, and my Errors lead to encouragement.... Courage to be honest with yourself and God Healing by bringing the dark into light Comfort to know that you are not alone in your pain Errors, mistakes that you have made do not define who you are May my story confer hope.