What I Do

I am pooped after teaching a new round in my Turbo Kick class. My brain and body are tired. I feel it has been an exceptionally challenging week thus far at work. We have encountered a lot of spiritual warfare. While I always welcome that, (I ain't scared)...it does exhaust you spiritually. We have seen a lot of hard cases this week, but we have all been in prayer...giving praises to God. We ask the Lord to bring us those women who need us most and as always, He does. In volumes sometimes. Do you ever stop to think about how many people are hurting around you? How many people are living in darkness. I mean REAL darkness...oppression. I see those people daily. I love them. So many of them. So very many of them. It's easy for us, you know. We have it good. We know at least a handful of people who think us just dandy. What if you had not one person who you knew really loved you. No one to tell you not to use meth with to try and erase the fact or feeling that you were molested at the age of 6. No one to tell you to go ahead and finish the 8th grade because it is essential for you to finish school to get a job and make a good life for yourself. No one to tell you that it is not normal for you to have sex at the age of 12. No one to tell you that a family should consist of a mother and a father who show their love by hugs and kisses and not slaps and put-downs. That is what I see day in and day out. You can literally feel oppression and sometimes even evil spirits walk thru the door with these people. I'm serious, too. You really do. I was never one to really think about spiritual warfare and things like that, but when you hear the stuff I hear, you know it is out there. I love it though. Call me crazy. I love being the light to their darkness. Telling them things that their parents never did. The smallest things we take for granted. The smallest things. Count your blessings tonight when you go to bed. Say a prayer of thanks that by the grace of God we have all the things that we do. Look at people who may be "difficult" or "socially inept" in a way that has grace. Who are we anyway? To judge. To criticize. Have you ever tried to raise a family on minimum wage? Or better yet, even talked to someone who has? Exactly. We need to show them grace.