thoughts on the bus

Today I saw Hanah. Several times, actually. Just happened to cross paths during passing periods, the bus...

She was with a group of girls. Hanah, with friends her age, her sex, common interests, common classes... Hah, much more fitting than an old, solemn soul like me.

Does she know how blessed she is? Working on the hotline, I've come to understand... you are blessed, so, so blessed. What a world of joy you have been given. I think of the others... what they’d give to know just a moment the peace that you have.

My heart burns with happiness. Now, in this season of solitude, it is a breath of life to know that Hanah has asked and received, that she has found comfort and love in those around her. These prayers have been answered. She is loved... that is all I have ever wanted.

Ah... but I miss the children. Taking Fridays off isn’t the same when you’re going to youth group instead of pouring into children. Children are wonderful... after a week of working, they remind me of all that is innocent in a world so dark... they heal the scars I bear from the burden of work. I miss them...

Pray that I might find a church and friends, would you?

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