by Maddie P.
I look at them, and my heart breaks. I hear their stories and am hit by overwhelming pain. Although I shouldn't be the one breaking. I shouldn't be the one with a tear filled face, because I am not the one suffering here. Yet, I break all the same. I see the beaten, battered, abused, broken, distraught, and orphaned children, and my heart collapses at the sight of their despair. It hurts to know, to see, to come to realization with how much they suffer. It hurts to find that there is nothing they can do about it. After all they're just kids, mothers, fathers, forgotten people, fearful and alone. What they don't know is that they will never truly be alone. There is one greater than all who will rescue them, who has saved them, who cares for them. This is the one who will never abandon them. He will never forsake them. He's the one who made us this promise, a promise saying that he'll come back for us. Even them, those who are forgotten. In his eyes, and in mine, they are beautiful. They are treasured, sacred, and most importantly as I say again and again they are LOVED. And by him, they are remembered. He remembers them and their pain, he remembers the plans he has made for them, plans to prosper and grow. So let us remember, too. Let us love as he loves, move as he moves, and through him save those who some would say are not worth the time, the effort, or the money. Now we remember, it's time to move. To take action. To bring attention to the underprivileged and not forget through the distractions and time wasters in this world that they are still there. Broken. They still need help, and they still need to know about the overwhelming joy and salvation that their savior brings. They need to be loved, and they need to be remembered. They are our neighbors, our friends. So let us join together and pray. And serve. And run to them with arms wide open. Letting them know they are loved, and that they are remembered. Words aren't enough to capture their sorrow, their grief, and their hurt. They aren't enough to explain the help they need. But they're at least something to start a movement that had been ignored, forgotten. To start an inspiration. Enough to pull people off there couches, away from there TV's, and to get them thinking, moving. There are the so called least of these right next door, and they need to hear something. They need to hear that they are not forgotten any longer. My heart yearns to tell them this, to show them this love that surpasses knowledge. To tell them they are His beautiful creation. He needs everyone to step up, to tell them, to show them, they are loved, and now, they are remembered. I long to do this, so won't you join with me. Join with me on a journey to share with His people that he loves them. It breaks me to know that they long for this undying love, salvation, help, and they don't find out because no one remembers to pass on this radical news. He hears there sorrow filled cries for help, even when no one else cares to listen. He yearns for them to know of him, of his everlasting love. So, once again, let's remember. Let's run to them, let's move, get up out of our lives and step into one much more important, one that we were called to. So that they may know the joy that is to come. So that they know they aren't waiting for nothing. He's still coming. So let's tell them, let's show them, remember them, and now, it's time to love them. Join with me as we venture out, let's love the forgotten.
