Resurrecting Love

It’s the day after Resurrection Sunday and I am a couple days late on my post. Its been on my mind but I have been hitting walls lately. Things always happen that I feel like I can write about but then really, I don’t know what to write. There was one particular experience I wanted to share with you guys but I don’t know how to adequately describe it, but I’ll try.

We had been on the road all day and I really just wanted to go home, but I couldn’t. I had a meeting on the other side of the city. My friend Meghan set it up.

Nineteen year old girl who wanted more and wanted help finding it.

I thought about canceling as the sun set but my all supportive husband said

“we might as well”

Red Hook. A place I had never been and didn’t seem too attractive as we drove through the industrial building lined streets. Meghan tried to convince me that we should move… I’ll pass.

Anyway, I was glad we had come because I wanted to meet with her. Met her once before and something about her sparked my interest.

As we walked through the projects on this sunny day turned cold night I felt warm. It had been a while since I was around so many young people. As they seemed to walk aimlessly through the development I just wanted to do something…

I was reminded of my youth worker days. Putting on rallies, sleepovers, youth service, just chilin…I loved those days!

I didn’t speak to many of them but it could clearly be seen that they needed something, Someone.

“If you smoke, I’m not gonna get you dinner!” Meghan’s attempt to offer love to these kids, to be love to these kids.

A white girl offering Jesus to these black kids because she loves them and they need it. Taking the idea of being a part of the community that you live in to heart and making it her goal to make a difference. I appreciated her work.

We walked into her mother’s house.
Some would say it was a typical scene in the hood. She was fed up.

Tired of living the way that her mother had laid out for her and desiring change. She didn’t see the blueprint for how to create another life so she cried out for help.

To God,
to Meghan
and now me.

Trying to show her the love of Christ and communicate to her that He did indeed want something different for her.
That she would not and does not have to bear these burdens alone.
That she does not have to be like her mom
That she can succeed and is succeeding
That she is loved


all I could think was “dang, I love this girl”

It was like I was experiencing the love and urgency that we are supposed to have for the lost but all too often don’t. Often pointing out their sins and the things that we feel they need to change. Making them feel judged

They have heard the rules before but haven’t heard that He cares and He loves them, and isn’t that what matters most?!...change will come.

She poured out her heart and said that she wanted to be different, she loves her family, but needs change, wants a different life for her son….she wants answers.

Not sure exactly what to say but sure that I am connected to the One that can give her what she needs, we build…

There is something so different about this girl, just nineteen and seen more than most. Doesn’t want them to see her crying but she’s broken.

I see where she is as a place of strength and beauty and I know that as her story unfolds it will be amazing.

For now, I will just pray and love.