Today I was on the metro on the way to distributing food with the Salvation Army and I prayed that God would show me something new.
Everything was pretty normal. I got busy giving out hot chocolate as usual. Then some of the other volunteers invited me to join them in a small group to minister to the girls. I agreed readily, of course. However, I was confused as to why the girls received their food elsewhere. Turns out we were going to Madrid's red light district. Definately saw something new.
One woman in our volunteer group had this amazing maternal spirit towards every single girl we came across. And that's really what they all were, they are just girls. Most of them 25 or younger. It broke my heart. Any of those girls could have been my school friends, could have been me.
Why wasn't it me though? Why did God choose for me to have this amazing life where I get to have this relationship with him, and these girls don't? Do they know that God loves them? Do they know that anyone loves them? Where do they call home? Who gives them hugs and asks how their day has been?
I just don't know. I guess it wasn't me so I could be one of the people who helps them. I guess they'll only know that they are loved if we show them. And I'm priveledged to think that I could be the one to ask how their day has been.
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