Pain and Brokenness in Gardner Kansas
I found a run-down trailer park, just off of main street. It would be easy to miss if you weren't looking for it. I have driven by it before, and I have to admit I always wondered in my thoughts why the city let such a run-down place exist.
I pulled in, and as I did I saw an elderly woman of Mexican heritage sitting on her porch with what may have been her grandson. At first she had a look on her face of, 'What is that hairy white-man doing here?' So I waived, and they both smiled and waived back.
I am curious about her story now, why she came here?
How many children does she have?
How does she support herself?
What is her name, and does she love Jesus?
God, open my eyes to the brokenness around me that I might see where your Spirit is moving. I pray for wisdom on how to best serve my community, and help others to see the need too. I ask you forgiveness for my isolation, my callousness, and my greedy indifference. Heal and redeem my community, and may Your will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.Amen.
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