la story

i have to share this experience i had in la.

this is what i wrote in my journal about it...it's really rough and some details may be left out or unclear...but it's still amazing!! :)...

Yesterday I read isaiah 61:6 and matthew 6:20-21…about storing up your treasures in Heaven and how we will be ministers of God that will be fed on the treasures of the nations. I also thought about how we will face Jesus one day and that for everything we do for Him, we will be able to lay a treasure (crown/ jewel) at His feet. I started thinking about how people are God’s passion- they are His treasures. I really believe that the treasures we will lay at His feet will symbolize the people that we lead to Him.
So with that mindset, (last night) we went to skid rowe. (10pm-12am) As I looked at all of those people and saw them as God’s treasures yet living so far and ignorant of who He is. It broke my haert to see God’s most prized possessions living in conditions where their blankets are plastic bags and their entire homes are either cardboard- or nothing at all. Rats running on top of their bodies as they sleep. God’s beautiful treasures…

Today we went on the adopt-a-block outreach. Our group went out and picked kids up and brought them to a local park. At first I was kind of disappointed because there weren’t many kids with us for me to connect with (one on one). But after about 20 minutes I met a girl who was 11 years old. She was so beautiful. (dressed nicely, too.) We began to talk about anything and everything. She told me that she lives with her muslim grandfather but goes to her grandmother’s house on weekends. The grandmother takes her and her brother to a Christian church. Their mom just “passed” and she also told me- with tears in her eyes- that her dad has been in jail since she was one month old. She tried to write to him before, but he had been moved to another place. As she fought back from crying, I asked her if she was okay…she said yes and then moved on to another subject. We continued to talk about a lot of other stuff. I got to buy her and her grandmother some powerade. And right before we left the park, I gave her my small pink Bible and told her to read it and to think about me when she did. I told her I loved her.

Her name was Diamond…