Life Under The Bridge

Our family is enjoying helping at Church Under The Bridge every week. We learn so many new lessons each week and never leave the same. For the last couple of weeks I have been trying to minister to a young women who is severely drug addicted and ill. For the past couple of weeks I've brought extra food and drink for her because she is usually starving. She is so rude and demanding, she curses me out and spits on me, but I still serve her and pray for her. My husband doesnt care for her much because of her outrageous behavior, she doesnt like men. I'm sure she has been raped and assaulted when she was high, so she has no use for men. Her appearance is like someone from a third world country. She is covered in dirt and her clothes are filthy. I'm sure this is a protection mechanism, so know one will touch her. Last Sunday, she went on a tirade disturbing our small groups, not to mention scaring the crap out of about 65 volunteers from a visiting church. I had to ask her to leave, literally running her off the property. We had this huge shouting match in the middle of I-35, the busiest hwy in Austin. I just kept screaming that God loved her and that I would pray for her and not give up on her. She used every profane word in the dictionary and made up a few too. But I did see a look in her eyes that said " Don't give up on me!" That day I learned a valuable lesson. The church needs to be shocked and shook up, we are surrounded by hurting people, yet there cries seem to fall on deaf ears. We have become desensitized to the needs of the unsaved and those surrounded in darkness. It's not just the poor and drug addicted. I've noticed an increase in suicides in the modeling industry as well. The beautiful and unlovely, oh so different, yet so similar. Lord help us minister to Your children in relevant ways that will touch and transform there hearts. I find in these situations, I am hopeless and need Your help. If its something simple like making a sandwich or handing out a drink, its all good. But when I'm cursed and spit upon, thats when I feel most like you. Lord Keep me on the altar, until nothing of me is left and only you remain.