My days seemed to be longer than usual. Each day feels equivalent to three days. Although, we walk blocks and blocks, it seems like the people we are searching for aren't coming out. Sometimes, that can be disappointing but more disappointing to me is the number of screaming teen mothers yelling at their children. But, more so the number of teen mothers carrying around babies in strollers. Sometimes I wonder where the hope is but then I see a glimpse of that through a man who was sitting in the subway with a sleeping baby on his chest. I couldn't help but stare at the baby because he was precious. The man smiled and said that the baby was his grandson. He started rubbing the baby's head and it just instantly reminded me of God's love for us.
So to sum this all up: Even when it seems like there is nothing good in the world, there is a hope that comes from the love of Christ. And lastly, God likes the little things.
Mural in the subways. You don't find those things very often.
Thank you for reminding that to me, Lord.
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