Hunger is not the only battle students across the globe face everyday. I sit across from students all the time as they describe the things they’ve faced in their short lifetime.
“I cut myself.”
“I never met my dad.”
“My parents are divorced.”
“My step dad molested me.”
The list could go on and on. I sat across from a student at lunch the other day as he described his home life.
“My step dad never really talks to me. My sister and I hate each other. My mom yells all the time.” These people all live under the same roof and call themselves a family but they never even speak to each other!
So I ask myself, “What makes me (home schooled little girl with the so-called perfect life) think I can get on stage and talk to them about God’s love when they don’t even know what it means to be loved?”
They don’t even know what it’s like.
I’m feeling about the size of my pinky toe right now.
What do you think?