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its that time again...

Its happened again. Two long term families I knew just left Valleybrook, each with four or more children/teens, all of whom I so desperately desire to track down and contact just for my own peace of mind. 

So the first time it happened, it tore my hear to pieces... but after several years of watching family after family in apartment after apartment pack their bags and move out as if overnight, I want to say it doesnt hurt as much. I want to say it, but that would be far from the truth.

Many families I have come to know and love as friends. Will I ever see them again? How will they fare in their new environment? Will the kids be ok? Will the youth make good decisions? Will they ever place their trust in Jesus eventually, sooner then never? Will they ever be able to ask God's forgiveness, forgive past hurts in their own lives, and grow in the Lord even more? Will anyone else around them even care about them enough to find out? Nevermind my own tears, but will anyone see theirs?

 Such it seems, are scenes in the life of those to whom we minister. Such it seems, is the life of an inner city minister, the life of an apartment minister. I would gather to say such is the life of any true and faithful Christian in general.

So how then can I go on to persevere in the Lord? How shall I minister knowing that such time is short given the relationships the Lord alots to me? How can I make the time I spend with these precious children and familes count? Better yet it seems, how then can I convey Christs message in such a way that will last an eternity in their lives?

Not that I've attained it, but I pray Lord with boldness in word and deed and a true sense of urgency will I make every given day count...