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Hear Their Heart

This week has left me broken hearted and angry.   This week left me full of hope and joy!

 "Nobody cares about anyone in today's culture."
"I drove around for twenty hours.  Where were my parents?  Asleep or drunk."
"I just wish she would text me.  I'm her daughter.  I want to know she cares where I am and if I'm o.k."
"I'm alone all weekend while Mom sees her boyfriend.  I don't have a home anymore.  I'm last."
"I called you because I know you will worry about me."
"She doesn't stand up for me.  I'm too much work."
"I just want to be listened to.  You know eyes on me and ears on me.  Not on TV or their hobbies."

 For some of our youth, they feel abandoned by those people in their lives that should never let go.  Yes, they are teenagers and close to grown up.  That is the key word.  They are NOT grown ups!
And yet they are alone.   Alone in their homes.  Alone in their hearts.

 "I want to do something with my life.  I want to make a difference.  I want to have a family who is a family."
"I am going through my things to help with the camp and to make money to go to camp."
"I'll vacuum Heather."
"My Mom means the world to me."
"I have goals and dreams and prayers.  Will God love me even though I messed up?"

My Mom very wisely said that teenagers need us more now then ever.  They need us to anchor the end of the rope and not let go.  To let out the rope and give them more room but to never let go.

The Bible clearly says that if we do not care for our families then we are worse then unbelievers.  Spiritually, emotionally, mentally, financially and our presence.  Our youth need nurturing, support and lots and lots of engagement.  

It is so easy to make a difference in the lives of a child.  Just love one.

 

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