It was a connection of the heart that led her to me that day. It was an open invitation that my heart gave her to come in from the rain and get help in warming up. I couldn't let this moment pass me by. This was a connection that needed to take place. I could not focus on anything else. I dropped everything, sat down and invited her into my mind. The more she shared of wanting to connect with someone and to know she mattered, the more I felt compelled to model that behavior.
We often get so caught up in our own lives, that we forget that there are people hurting everyday. People are waiting for the invitation to connect with someone and come in from the rain. We spend hours focusing on superficial connections and not enough time on heartfelt connections with those around us. When is the last time you stopped to look outside of your window at the people walking down the street? How many mothers have you seen struggling with their children and you've passed them by? How many children have you seen masking their pain with fake smiles, tattoos, loud friends, and short skirts? How many men have you seen lost and trying to cope with life?
This blog is not to blame anyone, because I too have passed them by. I too have shaken my head and ignored their heart's cry. As this year comes to an end, I urge you to take a moment to connect with the lost. Open your mind to the possibility of giving more than just money to someone who is hurting. Give you. Give hope. Give Jesus. I'm not sure what will happen to the young lady. I don't know if our paths will ever cross again. I do know that for a brief moment in time, I was able to share life, hope, faith, and encourage her to keep fighting. Remember, "the battle is not given to the swift, nor to the strong, but to the one that endures to the end".