Binghampton; the place where my heart was completely broken and transformed in ways I never would have imagined. I experienced more pain, victory, hardship, challenges, hurt, and beauty on the streets of Binghampton the summer of 2010. I learned to love in ways I never thought I could love. I saw pain that was more real and more disgusting than I ever wished to see.
The transition back to "normal" life was incredibly difficult and led to one of the hardest seasons of my life. Pieces of me was left behind in Mrs. Mary's home, and in the relationships I was honored to be engaged in. Part of me was in Memphis, and I did not transition well at all.
And now, I am going back. How will I react when I pull up to the city again? How will I manage seeing pain and brokenness continuing there. There is so much need for Jesus to be made known.
Lord, I want to engage in this city again, but will you be with me when I return? I can't handle starting over again. I can't do this on my own. It hurts far too much.
Help me to love like you loved. See like you see. Speak like you speak. Serve like you serve.
Be enough for me.
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