Last Night

Some moments in time take a life of their own and leave you in wonder of what is taking place. Last night was one of those nights with the cloudless sky scattered with faint stars and the heat of the day gone til the morning. On the path to meet a savings and loan group of street women I passed by walls protecting beautiful houses with elaborate doors and guards sitting outside keeping watch or snoozing. As I followed Dkior, one of the members, with her paint bucket full of clothes and treasures and cardboard mat in hand, I asked myself what I am I doing, not in the sense of doubt but in seeing God's hand directing me to places that aren't clear yet and encouraging me to continue to hang onto His promises. Little by little I learn the language of these women and little by little they save their money from their work. It's a process that I don't know where it will end up or where it will take us. Will they be able to understand the full picture of God's love for them in sending His Son to die for them? Or will they just know a girl who invested a little time and money into giving them hope for the now? Pray that I would be able to speak truth into their lives in a way that transforms their lives for the now and the not yet.