“No one loves me,” a middle-aged homeless lady told me several years ago.
Over a number of days that I had contact with her back then, I felt an urgency to convince this woman that I loved and cared about her, and that the source of that love was God.
The truth I wanted her to know was that despite all the rejections she faced from those who were supposed to love her—like her family—God loved her more than she could ever know, and He would never stop loving her.
God did give me a deep love for this lady, and I gave her a heartfelt hug when we parted ways.
Recently as I drove down the street, I saw her at a bus stop. I rarely drive down that street at that time of day. It seemed God had another divine appointment for me—to let her know again that she was loved.
I sat at the bus stop with her, and she told me her latest troubles. She had found a place to live, but she left because “there were too many rules,” and “they were mean to me.”
I offered her words of encouragement. God led me to give her the small amount of cash I had in my wallet and take her to a store to get a few necessities. I drove her to an acquaintance’s mobile home, where she hoped to stay a night or two. The lady turned the homeless woman away. She cried.
With sadness I drove her to the park she said she would sleep in that night. I let her know where she could get some clothes and some assistance. She told me she was saved and now knew God loved her.
“In fact, He sent you to me.”
I feel certain our paths will cross again—if for no other reason than to remind her how much God loves her.
I wanted to do more for her, but I did as much as the Lord allowed.
Because I felt for years that no one loved me–even after I met the Lord–I’m drawn to those who feel unloved. It seems an assignment from my loving God to convince the unloved and those who seem unlovable that they are indeed loved—if by no one else then certainly by the Lord of the universe.
I have prayed with them and for them that they could sense His love. I ask God on a regular basis to let His love flow through me to them.
Today I celebrate that once I felt unloved, and now I feel overwhelmed by the love I receive from the Lord and from His people. I’m free to receive love from family and friends instead of feeling convinced I’m not good enough to be loved or mistaking their unintentional neglect of my needs as them not loving me.
I received God’s healing of my broken heart, and I long to pass along that healing to others. I want others to experience the truth of this verse that reflects what happened in my life:
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3
Lord, continue to use me to let others know this truth: “You are loved.”
“You Are Loved” by Stars Go Dim