I have a newfound love for abandoned buildings.
I wasn’t sure why, until this moment.
I am presently experiencing an overwhelming feeling of frustration toward people who seem very unloving.
As I cried out to God in this moment of frustration, I started to see their hearts.
They looked like old, rusty pipes that no longer carried fresh water.
They were empty and abandoned.
Some of them were wrapped in chains.
Others were bound by cobwebs and spiders that settled in.
I continued to pray as I walked by.
I heard them whispering nasty things about people.
I heard them speak out hopelessness over the youth that needed to be loved & encouraged.
I wanted to scream!!!
Instead, I prayed for the chains to be broken.
I prayed for their emptiness to be replaced with love.
I asked God to pour His love over these abandoned “buildings” so that the ugliness would stop.
I asked for their whispers that pierced hearts to be replaced with truth that heals.
I asked for their hopeless remarks to be replaced with miraculous hope.
I asked for peace to replace their bitterness.
I asked for their blind eyes to be opened to the resilience that our youth have within them.
I asked for their minds to be renewed.
As I prayed, my frustration became less intense.
God’s love for me quieted their whispers.
I saw His hands pick up the remnants and make them beautiful.
I saw the abandoned made new.