Broken Hearted....

     I never realized before how much my heart really breaks when I'm at school.  Today I overheard some people talking about their family life and life at home.  They talked about the problems and the cruelty and hurt that had been inflicted upon them from people they wanted love from so badly.  I heard them say they didn't even care about some people in their families.  I can't really relate to that because compared to most homes in the world, I have a very easy, nice, happy life.  I have my parents.  I have my siblings.  We have 2 dogs.  My parents both have jobs.  My older brother and sisters all went to college.  My little brother and I go to school everyday.  We have a nice house.  Sure, there's stress and fights and arguments....but we all love each other and would do anything to help another person in our family.  I'd consider us all fairly close.  
     So, after hearing the kids talk about their own families like that this morning....I'm heart broken.  My question is this: why does God let these kinds of things happen to people??  Kids are abused, abandoned, given up, uncared for, hurt, and THEIR hearts break all the time because of the people that really are (in my mind) supposed to LOVE them.  The reason my heart is broken.....is for their broken hearts.  I just don't understand why some people are so....cruel.  I will never understand.  
     Here is my new thought: because I don't know the lives of the people I pass in the hall everyday....I should give the as much love and comfort and help and JESUS as I can for the short time I see them.  I say that because who knows what that person will go home to after school.  Even if it is one of my best friends and I KNOW she has 2 parents, a little brother, a nice house, good food, and a warm shower and bed to go home to....she might be going through something else.  The truth is....we're ALL fighting in some type of battle at any given point of each day.  So, I'm thinking about this....the bad days when I wake up and fight with my mother or my ride is late or I just hate life in general....all I really want on those days is a little encouragement....a reminder that God DOES love me, still....a little love from someone else.  Compared to some people's everyday battles though, mine seem so minuscule....
     So, maybe on the days that all I need is a tiny, minuscule word of encouragement or just a smile from someone in passing....maybe those are the days when someone with much BIGGER problems really NEEDS someone to be there for them.   I hope that made sense....
     Here is my point in all this....MY new battle with myself....

"Let no one ever come up to you without leaving better and happier."  

Mother Teresa

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them." 

Mother Teresa

"We cannot do great things.  We can only do small things with great love." Mother Teresa

"Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echos are truly endless." Mother Teresa