KISSES FROM HEAVEN

 Tuesday was one of those days at our ministry. Many of our children and youth just wouldn’t listen. Our leadership is to find a positive comment to say to each child and believe me I was struggling. At the end of the day I looked at my leaders and could see visible signs of disappointment and frustration on their beautiful faces. Soon they were gone and thats when thoughts began to wash over me. Thoughts like …I am to old for this…what am I still doing here……I’m so tired…..etc. That’s when God stepped in and blew me a kiss from heaven.

     Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a teen appeared looking for her sister who had already left. Standing behind her was my kiss from heaven. She stood their tall and strong, her hair was died powder blue and her ears and nose and lips were covered with piercings. At that moment I had never seen anyone more beautiful. We greeted one another with a warm hug. She was one of our Hosanna House kids and I had not seen her in five years. I had often wondered if she was okay. We visited and later as she made her way back up the ramp she turned and said that she would be back.

     As I closed the door my mind drifted back to five years ago and the sadness I had felt when she stopped coming to our ministry. Her home life was difficult and she was constantly passed from one parent to the other. I would only hear about her from from other kids. I smiled when I remembered the time that two girls came to me and said they heard she was drinking beer and smoking pot. She was only ten years old. So there in the midst of dress up the three of us bowed our heads and prayed for her. I prayed my pastoral children’s prayer and then came the powereful prayer from these two girls that I will never forget. One girl shouted “JESUS NO MORE BEER. NO MORE DRUGS. And the other one shouted “YES ONLY BIRTHDAY CAKES AND CANDLES.” Then without another word they both resumed their playtime. When I thought of how stong she looked standinging in the doorway I know this prayer was answered.

     I locked the door and made my way up the ramp with one of the young helpers who was waiting for me. As we sat in the cold cab of my truck my heart was warm with thoughts of Gods love and provision. Then I looked at the young pregnant girl beside me who comes to my home everyday after school. I know that their is lots of places that I could be but only one place that I should be. And that for now is at Hosanna House recieving the kisses that He sends that arrive at our door in the form of children and youth.