My heart still breaks every day for this city whom I love. I have the blessed opportunity to be downtown twice a day, five days a week since I commute on the bus to school Monday-Friday. I feel so spoiled having such a great joy from God, but I know it does not come without responsibility and purpose. There is a reason God has burdened my heart so deeply. There is a reason which I do not yet know.
Lord, why, I plead. Show me! Please. He is showing me. Slowly. He is softening my heart for these people. He is opening my heart for them. He is showing me how to love well.
I believe God wants Seattle as much as he wanted Ninevah, and I pray I’m not swallowed by a big fish before I understand how much his heart does break for these people and that my heart should break too.
I don’t know God’s plan for me and Seattle, but I’ve seen a glimpse of his heart and his love for this city — all these broken people — and it is a beautiful thing.
Every day I have an opportunity to talk with homeless people or anyone waiting at the bus stop outside McDonald’s on 3rd & Pine, or the people on the bus, or singing in Pike Place, or selling Real Change outside my favorite coffee shop, or smoking outside the Starbucks on 4th & Pine.
Every day I have an opportunity to build relationships with people in my city who I see every day.
Every day, it’s there, but how often do I grasp these God-given opportunities? How often do I recognize how much these people need to be loved, and how much love through Christ I have to give?
How often do I say, Yes, God! I see it. I know Your heart is here, so I will go there too.