I had to work all day.
I was like a slave.
I was so tired, you know.
And I am angry. No one has ever loved me.
She cocked her little head and stared off into space. She is just 11.
You can't actually help me. I've been through too much.
There is nothing left for me to live for.
I'm unwanted. Unloved. Uncared for.
I just want to be dead. Then I wouldn't hurt so much.
She said these words with conviction. No tears. Just a far away look.
And as my arms reached out to hold her she pushed them away. Her body stiffened and she turned her head. Don't, she said. You are wasting your time.
Our time over, she went back to her room, and I fell on my knees with tears falling that I could not stop. I cried out to the only Father I know that can take this little girl's brokenness and do a miracle in her heart. I begged Him to give me wisdom and grace to love and to find a way to help her feel love and to know that life IS worth living and that life IS a gift from her Heavenly Father.