Hopeless//Hopeful

A few days ago, as one of the kids I work with left, my friend turned to me.

He told me through his tears,

"I helped raise him."

I am blessed to be a part of a work where I help raise children.

And it is glorious.

The hard part is when the work that we do is not enough.

Sometimes it is.

Sometimes we watch them grow up and be incredible successful.

And we get to be a huge part of that.

Sometimes no matter what we do, it is not enough.

I wish that it was.

The hardest part of my job is not being able to help everyone.

I believe in what I am doing.

I believe that it works.

I have seen lives change.

But for the few that it seemingly does so little for?

It hurts too much to dwell on for too long.

It makes me feel powerless.

And hopeless.

But I have to trust that they will still be taken care of. 

I have to trust that the Lord has a plan and He knows what He is doing.

Because I do not always understand.

And I need to be hopeful.

Sometimes it is all I have.