"Meet Me At The Cross"

Tonight we had the amazing privilege to meet a young woman named Savannah. She's 13. She goes to a middle school in the area. She was at Capital, looking for her friend who had run away. She told her to meet her at the cross. She was asking people as they came out from Musicale if they had seen her, but everyone had said no and kept on about their way. We stopped and helped her look for about an hour, with the help of some people left on campus. (Thank you Bo and Epic staff). We sang, talked about the Lord and laughed, as we searched for Jessica. Savannah was bold, brave and strong. She declared that she would keep searching, till she found her friend. She was cold, hungry and tired. This girl was THIRTEEN!!!!!! What the heck? All I could think of was "Where is this girls mom? Her dad? Where is someone who loves her? To hug her and let her know it would be ok, and she would be taken care of?" I heard a small voice on the wind, saying "You. You hug her. You let her know. You help her. You warm her. You make her laugh. You reach her. You love her".

I thought of the most dangerous thing that could have happened, if we took her home. I thought, an abusive father, not happy that some Christian lady with no shoes on brought his daughter home. A drunk mother, again, not happy. I thought of the neighborhood we would be taking her home to, and didn't know what would await me there and yet I heard it again "Go. You, go". So, we did.

I drove up to the apartment and parked on the side of the road. There were some men walking towards us, for some reason I felt brave and confident. "No weapon formed against me shall prosper". I walked her to her door and the mom answered. I braced myself for what was going to happen, and my fear was literally spawned from nothing. The mom had some kind of disease where her hands were slightly drawn in. Her glasses were like coke bottles. Her daughter, Jessica was standing beside of her. Savannah was SO relieved to see her friend.

I gave them an encouraging Word, told them I loved them and gave them my number.

What I didn't mention, is that Savannah didn't even know Jessica's last name. She didn't know her moms name. Didn't know her phone number. Didn't know ANYTHING about her friend. She had met her at school the week before. Savannah was willing to risk her health and safety to find a friend who was lost. And she simply said "Meet me at the cross".

We should all be like this, willing to find our lost friends.

I am so thankful for Gods grace and His love and His timing.
Please pray for this family ... God knows what they need ♥

Stay Lovely,
Jennifer.