Love God. Love Others.
Love is a stuffed bear because he doesn’t have one.
Love is a quick snack because he was too nervous to eat.
Love is shampoo and a bath.
Love is a clean pair of underwear since he only has one and he has them on.
Love is clean sheets and a warm blanket.
Love is patting his back until he falls asleep crying because he wants to go home.
Love is buying clothes at 9PM because he only has one set.
Love is getting school supplies because they didn’t bring any, and school starts at 8 tomorrow.
Love is choosing not to care whether or not he’s in a tested grade and will probably lower your scores.
Love is figuring out how to tell a 5 year old they aren’t going home any time soon and somehow, someway convincing them your home is safe.
Love is action. Love is hard.
If the path to being like Jesus is paved with suffering, these little ones are farther along than most of us will ever be. We can help them navigate it. You can help them navigate it. I don’t often ask people to join us on this journey, but tonight I’m making an exception.
They need you.
The broken, busted up system needs you. His caseworker drove an hour and an half because we were the closest bed. This is pure religion and undefiled before God and we need your help.
The need is too great to even begin discussing it in this post. I could startle you with statistics and tug your heart strings with stories, but what I really want to do is simply ask you to help.
Go to an informational meeting. Sign the papers, do the home study, buy the fire extinguishers, lock up the medicines, and prepare your heart.
Help us. Help them.
If you can’t Adopt, Foster.
If you can’t Foster, Volunteer.
If you can’t Volunteer, Donate.
If you can’t Donate, Educate.
And above all - pray.
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat; I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink; I was a stranger and you took me in; I was naked and you clothed me; I was sick and you took care of me; I was in prison and you visited me.