my heart is gripped.

camp today went great. but I just went through something with that 17 year old young man I told ya'll about a few posts back. His heart is so broken, he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, and for some reason he chooses to tell me about it. He says he's got no love in his life. none at all. There is hope in this one girl he has feelin's for, but things aren't workin' out right with her. He told me that last week he went back to his old ways- pushin' drugs. i asked him why, and he replied "I'm lookin' for a way to die".

my heart dropped. i didn't know what to say. for a long moment we were both silent. i couldn't preach at him. it was no time for bible verses, theological arguments, eloquent speeches or anything like that. but I wouldn't have said any of that even if I knew how. i just spoke to him. words about God. such unworthy words about God. but the only words i had. i didn't tell him what to believe or how to believe. i didn't tell him anything christian. but i held his hand, and spoke the little i knew.

seek and you'll find, seek and you'll find, seek and you'll find.
lord, let him seek.