As I sit waiting for the 3 young people; who are heroin addicts; that I am picking up to take into Hooper Detox, I see death all around.

 There they sit one with vomit all around him, one barefoot with his head bobbing up and down, the other looks as though he is passed out.

Nothing but chaos and filth all around.

They are so lost and blinded by the deception of satan to their sad, empty, lifeless, desolate surroundings. 

When they realize I am there, they smile and wave…..there is no sense of urgency as they slowly, very slowly make their way.  It seems they in a fog…and they are.

As they draw closer I am stunned by the sores covering the face of one and a few on another, their eyes are sunken, their words slow and tired as they introduce themselves to me.  I smile and embrace them….all the while my heart aches for them.

My heart is broken as I see the waste…the waste of life.  The waste of talent, giftings and potential that has been stolen from them by the devourer.

So much life still to live, so much life still to enjoy…..

They are all grateful that I have gone so far to pick them up, thanking me over and over again.

As always my prayer is…”Jesus, let them see You in me, let them see You in all that I do.”

I ask them how they are feeling, they are sick this morning….drug sick.   I encourage them and let them know I understand.

 Oh Father, how Your heart breaks for your lost children.  How You desire for them to run to You so You can embrace them with open arms and pour Your love over them.  How You long for them to know You.

In the middle of all of the busyness, the phone rings.  Yes, the phone ringing is not unusual; but as I answered, it was a call of  it was a call of desperation.  A call from the fiance’ of a young man I have known for about 5 years.  (He is now 21 years old)    It seemed the young man is going through a very difficult time and he instructed her to call me because he told her I was the only one he could trust.  She then began to share the events regarding the young man. 

It seems he was involved in a heated argument with another fellow and was feeling badly about it.  He went and apologized to the individual .  Now, he has been diagnosed with depression, bi-polar and schitzophrania…….he wants to talk to me, the woman said.

“Well, is he around?”, I asked.  “Yes he is, he’s right here.”  I soon realized, he was afraid I wouldn’t talk to him, afraid would reject him and so he sent her.  “Let me talk to him, I said.  I listened as she told him I wanted to talk to him.   She came back on the line and said, he’s a little rummy, they have him on new meds.  “That’s okay”, I said……I wait for him to come to the phone.  Soon, a small, quiet, slow voice comes on the phone.  “Hell-o….Teri?”  “Yes, it’s me, how are you?  It’s so good to hear from you.  What’s going on?” I ask.  “Oh Teri, I feel so bad……I am sooo tired, I don’t know what to do! “  “I know you are, I know, I can hear it in your voice.”  “Teri, do you think God can forgive me? ”  “Of course He can and He will and He does, all you have to do is ask Him.”  “Teri, will you pray with me?”, he asks;  his voice cracking.  “Yes, you know I will, let’s pray right now.”  “No, I want to see you, I want you to pray with me in person.  When can I see you?”  I could hear the tears, sadness and desperation in his voice.  “Come early in the morning, so we can talk and pray.”  “Teri, I don’t know who I am anymore….I don’t know what’s going on….”   “I could hear his voice choking with tears.  “_____I want you to listen to me, I know who you are, you are a wonderful young man with a great heart and don’t you forget that, do you hear me?    ”Yes,” he quietly responds.    “You hang on to what I just said, it doesn’t matter what anyone else says.  I know you and you are an amazing young man, you hang onto that do you hear me?”  “Yes”   “OK, I will see you in the morning, I love you!”   “I love you too.”

Oh Jesus, my heart aches, it hurts, it’s painful what I feel right now…..my spirit is weeping over this young man…..Jesus keep him safe until morning…I ask that you dispatch your angels to guard over him.  Visit him tonight Lord, let him feel Your amazing love for him….Oh, Jesus how You love him….You weep for him.

Please all who read this post pray for this young man…..his parents abandoned him since I have known him.  He was 16 when I first met him and I washed his feet, telling him of the Father’s great love for him as the tears rolled down my face.  So wounded, such feelings aandonment and of  not feeling loved or worthy of love.

Pray for the broken-hearted, pray for the hurting, and lonely.  Jesus, we cry out to You, change our hearts oh God, let us more like You…..

In the mean time……Welcome to TFH blog! 

I hope to post things that make you think, cause you to see and understand my heart as wll as the plight of homelessness.