Street ministry earlier this week
I asked the same question yesterday to a 21 year old. I had first met her when she was incarcerated here in Honduras.
The question “when is the last time someone told you that they loved you?”
She is now free, but hurting so badly. So much of her pain is from feeling she is unworthy of being loved.
The reality is people have said those words only to “get something from her”. They didn’t love her or even like her, they simply have used her.
As we sat in the food court, as she shared what her life is like, I was moved again by what it must feel like to never hear the words, “I LOVE YOU”. In fact Lizeth said, “I never remember hearing those words, ever”
I am trying to understand and process the true devastation caused in a persons life when they are unloved. I have heard it so many times over the last 18 days in this beautiful country. That pain runs so deep.
I am reminded of Jesus words, “Love God with all your heart, soul, mind and strength and love your neighbour as yourself”
How can you love God, others and yourself if you don’t even know what it is supposed to look like?
I am challenged by how well I am truly loving others, and the need to speak these words often!
We surrounded this young mom, with her 2 year old son and assured her that we loved her. Maybe, just maybe she heard those words for the first time and saw people that really meant it.
Love is a verb and is best shown by actions, accompanied by words.
Lizeth, we love you! Angie, we love you! Frank and Maria, we love you! Karla, we love you! Gabby, we love you! Kimberly, we love you!
Morgan and I with this young lady Lizeth