Last week on Nightlights we went out to pray with the women in the streets.
We met two women who really stood out.
Dedra and Kyla.
One of which was a middle aged woman who is married and has a young son who was out at a birthday party - explaining why she was free to turn tricks so early in the night.
The other woman was extremely high and clinging desperately to her crack pipe. She has lived in the DTES for twelve years. Think about that. Twelve long years. By the grace of God they were both open to conversation and prayer. This actually suprised me, and I'll tell you why.
It simply amazes me that after so much abuse, so much crap that gets thrown around, so much drugs, so much of EVERYTHING that they still have parts of their hearts that aren't jaded. Both of these women were kind and gentle and open. This astounds me. I was encouraged and moved.
This stirred up my faith and I continue to pray for them.
LORD, send your grace, and your unfailling love. Pour it out. May we be like the tools that spread it around, starting with us.