The Harvest is Plentiful.....

I played several games of basketball the other day and it was aweeeesome. I had to go pick up my friend at his work but on the way I wanted some gatorade and a sandwich so I stopped by Pathmark which was on the way and got the goods. I went onto the self-check out line as I usually do and everything seemed very routine and ordinary until I looked at the people in front of me.

It was a little foster child with a foster father. The reason why I could tell was because the boy was black and the father was white but I was just watching them. The boy was scanning the grocceries and the father was bagging them and they made a great team. The boy was careful to make sure that each groccery item was properly scanned and the father patiently and lovingly watched his foster son enjoy scanning the items. I was also looking at the different grocceries that the father bought for his family and I'm sure for the boy as well and there was your usual groccery products such as milk, eggs, organe juice but there was also the items that the boy definately picked out and that the father bought for his foster son out of the love from his heart. The items were Spongebob fruit snacks, dunkaroos, gushers, and air heads.

I was watching them and it touched my heart to see a man love, basically, a complete stranger who was in need. A stranger who, I'm assuming, either was unwanted, unloved, or even abused by his real father, mother, or both. As much as it touched my heart, it broke it as well.

I believe that God definately called me to work with children because nothing makes me happier than to see a child succeed. Especially children who struggle and fight so hard just to succeed and to see them accomplish their goals and dreams makes me so happy. It's the reason why I want to be an elementary school teacher; to see children succeed! But most importantly when I see children come to accept Christ and cry out to God and really come to their knees before God makes me feel alive! And at the same time, nothing breaks my heart more than to see children suffer. When I see news about Uganda and the children abductions or even just seeing a child hurt kills me.

But what especially kills me are orphans and foster children. To see someone just hurt and ache because that person is unwanted or abused killssssssss me. It really makes my heart ache. How painful it must be to know that you are unwanted. I really hope that when I am older I have an oppurtunity to adopt a child so that I can really love that child so that he/she can feel the love that any human being deserves.

Sometimes I feel spoiled rotten because not only do my parents make a decent amount of money but they love me to death and I love them and we have such a loving relationship; that is so rare these days. But the advantages to that are because they support me so much financially I have that much money and love to give out to other people. Also this summer I've been looking for a summer job but it's been hard as heck and I found nothing, but after seeing that scene in Pathmark and seeing the need I've decided to dedicate my summer to volunteer work at any orphanage/foster home and I hope God can use me to show them how much He loves them even when they feel so unloved.

But overall I really hope and pray that when my life is over it will be testimony of me showing the lost, needy, broken, hopeless, helpless, heart broken, sick, hungry, poor, abused, unwanted, and unsaved the love of Christ.


Sing to the LORD! Give praise to the LORD! He rescues the needy from the hands of the wicked!
Jeremiah 20:13


There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We’re crying for them come back home
We’re crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home
Father, we will lead them home
- Leeland- Tears of the Saints