It’s hard for me to love people who are different from I am. I’ll be honest; it’s not the easiest thing in the world to love someone who has a totally different belief system than myself, has zero interest in any of my hobbies, or turns their nose up to everything I hold dear.
I’ve learned a lot this year about people who are different, especially since meeting the girls in our home. They are not your typical teenagers; they have never had a loving parent teach them the importance of please and thank you, or a teacher to help them learn about the importance of speaking well in public. They are different than your average middle or high schooler, and take a little extra patience in guiding them to see their worth.
Most of our girls come into the program with an un-inviting barrier built up around their hearts, especially towards the staff. Everyone they’ve ever trusted has let them down, so why should this be any different? They act as if they don’t care, and they clam up and shut out every form of love. They have deep wounds and are trying to avoid exposing them to our staff, for fear of judgment or further rejection. I have watched the staff at the girls’ home time and time again relentlessly pursue these girls in the purest, and most sincere manner. They don’t take offense to the hateful words, rejection, or the large walls they have built up, but they pursue them in spite of their differences.
They pray for them, teach them, counsel them, and help restructure their life in a position to be restored. It’s not always easy or rewarding, but I’ve personally watched them love these girls deeply, sometimes through tears and desperate prayers.
If you have a moment today, please say a prayer for our staff at the homes. They have an immense calling on their life to love someone different from them, and right now it isn’t easy.