Everywhere I go, I am mocked and abused, though I try and be kind and loving to everyone. I understand something of what Jesus went through.
I hold onto hope that God will connect me with people who are truly kind hearted, like the woman who I spoke with from Samaritans yesterday. God reassures me that though not many, such people exist.
Life is lonely. But it’s a blessed thing to be ever more focused on my relationship with God, who loves me, and won’t abandon me.
Reflections 