She’s a pretty girl. Talented, gifted, friendly, outgoing; yet, lonely, troubled, and searching! She’s willing to tell her story, and it’s full of life events that causes her plenty of grief. If you want to see more pictures, search “Invisible Humans” on Facebook. Like the Page and let me know what you think!
des-ti-tute : (\’des-te-t(y)ut\
1: lacking something needed or desirable <a lake destitute of fish>
2: lacking possessions and resources; especially : suffering extreme poverty <a destitute old man>
Synonyms: beggar, broke, poor, down-and-out, famished, hard up, impoverished, indigent, needy, penniless, poverty stricken.
Her name (fictitious) is Karen …she’s 35 years old…she has 2 children…she’s stricken with guilt and shame…she can’t provide…she’s hungry…her family never met her needs growing up…she’s been beaten by every man in her life…she “uses” to burn the pain away…she sells herself to anyone who will pay (to support her habit and put food on the table)…yet, she’s worthy!
“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and defend the rights of the poor and needy.” Proverbs 31: 8
The below words were written by my 17 yr old daughter, Ani, for a class project. Ani is a junior at Grand Blanc HS in Grand Blanc, Michigan. She has a heart for serving others and has participated in various local missions opportunities. She has built a church in the tribal village of Muxeye, South Africa, and will be traveling to Belize this summer to provide for the less fortunate. I love her heart…read her words:
Judgmental eyes follow my every action.
I’m filled with loneliness, yet,
surrounded by many stares.
I can not reach other’s satisfaction;
There are few filled with compassion.
Wishing for a pillow other than the broken road,
I dream people would see me as one other than a poor Pariah.
I live in a world set on an unknown mode.
Children’s pointing fingers ask,
“Why is that man shoeless and dirty?”
I push away the unwanted judgement,
For they do not have the right to judge my life.
I seek for a splinter of hope,
as I look up to see the eyes of God shine through a young child say,
Didn’t we first hear this message as Jesus lived his life and offered the greatest voice of love? Now we find ourselves fighting “political battles” and maybe we should realize the battle has already been fought (and won). As Christians, we should put our signs away and start loving the way Jesus intended. Before you say “yes” to this, consider how you carry your sign. Is it a strong opinion on some social issue that lacks love for those that disagree with you? Is it a lack of tolerance for those that believe differently than you? Ponder this question: what did Jesus really mean when he said to “love your neighbor as yourself?”
Does your life have a price tag? I have been watching the “Occupy” demonstrations closely and much of what’s being said is quite interesting (to say the least). It matters not whether you or I agree or disagree; it’s simply a message that people are delivering that have some familiar sounds to them. Such as, does your life have a price? The scripture is clear that the price for your life (and mine) has already been paid. Paid in complete and we carry NO debt. Our debt was paid due to His great and awesome love for who we are. How are we paying the debt of others with our love? It’s just a thought (and a question)…perhaps only you can provide the answer?