She finds herself walking down the same street that she had walked the morning before … in the same clothes that she had worn the day before. At times, she might pause with the passing of each car and try to encourage any man to stop. I have seen her pull her shirt up as a car drove by. One morning, she was in tears as she walked down the road. Her head was down. She didn’t acknowledge the passing of any car. But this morning, she was thumbing, trying to hitch a ride in one direction. A car was heading in the opposite direction. She ran across the street, began thumbing, hoping that the car would stop. It just doesn’t seem to matter to her what direction she is heading this morning. It just doesn’t seem to matter what direction her life is taking.
It would be nothing short of a miracle if her life changed for the better today. I do pray for a miracle for her … often. For today though, I pray that she might be kept safe, wherever she finds herself to be.
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