hurts today.
I heard all about new born babies who are addicted to meth and something to do with cotton. I heard about little girls who are being hurt by their daddies in unthinkable ways.
It hurts. Down deep. It makes me wonder, who is telling those kiddos about Jesus?
Who is telling them that everything will be ok?
Who is hugging and kissing them?
Who is reading them to sleep at night or singing a bedtime song?
How do you explain to a 14 year old girl who is carrying her dad's baby that God has a plan for her life?
How do you make her understand that despite this awful thing Jesus loves her?
How do you tell a sick little boy who just wants to run and play that the water he drank made him sick?
I have such a hard time hearing the stories and not being able to love and squeeze those kids. I want so badly for them not to be hurting. I know mommies that are longing for babies they don't have.
It hurts.
Way down in the depths of my heart.
I want to love them all.
Hug them all.
I want to tell them all about Jesus and how he loves them.
It just hurts.