As my two sons were determined to hit the streets in search of capturing some fictional Pokemon creatures, I decided that it was a good time to teach them about capturing some hearts for Christ. I told the kids to prepare some sack lunches, and I would drive them around to a few Pokemon packed parks. It was a rainy night in Phoenix, and I knew that God had an adventure planned that went far beyond Pokemon play.
Within five minutes of being out on the wet streets, we saw a young girl standing near a QT store holding up a sign. The sign said something about being pregnant, and I couldn’t read the rest, but I immediately made a U-turn in the middle of the road to go back and help the girl. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I could see the girl was very young and she was sobbing and hysterical. I jumped out of my car and ran over to her with open arms. As I stood in the rain hugging this scared and broken teen, I told her that everything was going to be okay, because God heard her cries and had sent me to help her.
As we talked, I learned that she had been living on the streets for almost two months after her boyfriend dumped her when she refused to have an abortion. She moved to Arizona for a guy that she thought loved her, and she was now pregnant and alone. The sad truth was that the life she left in North Carolina wasn’t much better. Her mother was in prison after she abandoned her and her six siblings for a life of drugs.
The girl immediately said that she couldn’t go anywhere without the other three teens that she had left in a nearby motel, because they needed her. She had met the other teens while living on the streets, and they each had a story that was as heartbreaking as her own. One young male had just lost his mother and was literally all alone in the world, the other two teens were products of a broken foster care system, so they only had each other. The pregnant girl had taken them all in, and was trying to provide for this group of broken youth, because she was the oldest, and the only one that could rent a motel room.
She told me that it was just a really hard day, and she was sorry for being so emotional, because she didn’t usually fall apart like she was in that moment. She said that people had just been so cruel and heartless that night as they would pass by her yelling out the car window things like, “Get an abortion!”, or even worse were the men that kept trying to pick her up for sex.
I asked her if she had tried to get help from any of the social services available or any of the churches, and she listed off several places that she had contacted that included shelters that were all full or wouldn’t accept her because she didn’t have an Arizona id card. She said that one church told her that they might be able to help her pay for a bus ticket back to North Carolina, but they had to approve it with their board first, so she was supposed to keep calling them back. Of course, she didn’t have a cell phone, or a computer to access information to find resources, but she was pretty resourceful in spite of those so-called missing necessities that most of us think we can’t live without them.
The first thing that I did when I arrived was to pray for her, because I knew that God sent me there, and that He would make a way for her to get through this situation. I told her that my heart was aching for the things that she was telling me, and she got defensive and said that she didn’t want people to pity her or look at her like she was pathetic. I let her know that my heart wasn’t hurting for her, because I already knew that God was watching over her life, but what I didn’t know was what would become of all of the people that ignored her cries for help, or tried to take advantage of her or cause her more hurt with their cruel words. She said that she just wished that everyone could experience what it is like to be alone and desperate to stay alive even for one day, so that their hearts wouldn’t be so calloused. She said that she knew that this wasn’t her life forever, and that she was going to make it out of that situation. I told her that I knew that was true too, and that this was just a moment in her life that God was going to later use for her to help many lives in that same situation.
As I brought over all of the bags of sandwiches and snacks that we had prepared, I grabbed a handful of prayer cards that I keep in my car, and I remembered that when I was waiting for my boys to come out to the car, I had prayed over each sack and asked God to richly bless who ever ended up with the lunches, and to pour out His steadfast love in each life that received one of the bags. I paid for another night for the teens to stay in the motel room they had, and I hugged her and gave her my phone number to call me if she needed anything later. I knew that God had a plan for her life, and as I was saying goodbye, another car pulled up, and they were waiting to see how they could help. I knew that was the person that God sent in response to my prayer spoken upon arrival.
As I drove away, I thought about how God was going to take that young soon to be mother, and pour out his love as a Father, and He will later be a Father to her baby, so that neither of them will ever be alone again. I prayed for her one last time, but this time I spoke words of Prophesy over her life. God is so faithful to lead each of us out of darkness, and to lead others into our lives that are able to release further blessings and protection over each of us. I just thank you Father, that your love is an everlasting love, and that we never have to be alone or abandoned again once we let You in!