Gettin' My Feet Wet...

I'm starting to like the whole "BLOG" thingy. It's a good place to speak my mind without all the planning that goes into a newsletter. I sent a devotional out today that was based on Hebrews 11:1 and the promise of faith being the guarantee of things we hope for.

I had started writing about something else but the Lord inspired my heart to write about that particular scripture. Over the past 8 years I've come face-to-face with some situations that required me to "Just believe" but in all my humaness I struggled. Thank God He is faithful! He never went back on the promises He put on my heart even though I doubted Him!

I think the hardest part about having "blind faith" is living through the days when it looks like the situation is going backwards instead of forwards. I know some of you are dealing with that or have dealt with it. Why is it so hard to just believe that God is there and He's going to come through?

Let me share a story with you. As most of you know, my husband is a policeman. This week he's working nights which always makes for some pretty interesteing war stories. This morning when he got home he started telling me about some of his calls from last night and one call really touched my heart and made me feel so much sorrow for the person involved.

My husband works in the seedy side of town. You know, the part of town where drugs, gangs, prostitutes and the such are common. He stopped a gal that was obviously a prostitute and he told me that she was about 37 or 38 years old, fairly decent looking and not haggard like most of the street ladies he deals with. Although she did have two black eyes and a broken nose. I can only wonder how she got them.

This woman went on to tell him that she had 3 grown children, one who is about to start college and that every 6 or 8 months she eaves her moms home to come to this seedy part of town to prostitute herself to support her crack habit. She said her sons did not know what she did and had never seen her when she was binging. My heart went out to this complete stranger. What on earth could she possible see in this lifestyle that would pull her away from her children?

She isn't the only one. I hear stories like this every day that Mike works. I see it on Court TV and I am just amazed at how many women have sold themselves out for drugs or men that treat them badly. How could our world change so much in 30-years? How do we get through to women like this to help them see that there IS a better way... there is an end in sight and His name is Jesus.

Tonight I am praying for all of the women who survive by selling themselves and who are worshipping a god called crack or meth. I am praying for those who have sold their soul for the next fix, the ones who have abandon their children and their families and for the ones who really believe there is no other way.

My calling has been to minister to broken hearts. I believe these hearts are shattered; but they aren't irrepairable. What can we do to help?