The Blindside

I started crying the moment I saw

the boy called Mike.

My heart so tender to the children who

don't have a home. My heart wondering

how many we can help. Wondering

how many my house can hold.

My heart aching as I watched him listen

to the voices through the night that told him over and over

he didn't belong. I so wanted to be at home

with my little boy so I could whisper how loved he is.

How many time as a child did I listen through

the night at the angry voices that penetrated

the darkness in my little bedroom? I was

just a little girl. I had no control over my situation.

I couldn't change it, I had to survive it.

Covers pulled up tight,

humming so I didn't have to hear.

The darkness seemed to never go away.

It's senseless yet it happens to

so many children.

Mike was cold. He was hungry.

He was in a crowd and no one wanted to notice him.

No one wanted to stop long enough to give of themselves.

When our busyness keeps us from noticing the needs

of others we better watch ourselves.

We need to be awake.

We need a revival of our hearts.

The busyness drowns us.

We are under water and not breathing

and yet we hardly notice that our hearts are

dead. Our love for others has died.

We fail to reach out ..

We miss it.

the way the Lord meant it to be.

It's not about money but in order to help

these days they don't ask for anything except money.

They need to be asking for loving, kind people to come

and minister but they want your money instead.

There is no more "hands on."

So our generation

has forgotten how to open hands

and pour oneself out.

This is a must see.

This movie will move you

to compassion and it will give

you hope. The reality of boys like Mike

is a truthful image and I wish

for them that they are wanted.