In fast-paced errand-running mode, I barely noticed the girl sitting on the sidewalk staring at the ground a few blocks out from my home. Several years ago I would have thought she was sad. Now it is the position of kids with earbuds listening to their music. As I drove past, I remembered my morning prayer. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to just to check, though I had so much to do.
Turning around, I pulled into the cul-de-sac entrance near her. Not leaving my car, I rolled down the window.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
The girl stood, nodding, but her tear streaked eyes gave her away.
“Are you safe? I’m just a neighbor driving by.” I felt that I needed to stay in my car and just be there.
She took a step closer, nodding.
“Are you sure you are safe? Is there anything you need? Do you need to use my phone?”
Still ground staring, her head shook.
“I’m a Christian. Could I say a prayer for you?”
Nodding, for the first time her eyes lifted as I closed mine. Silently asking God to lead, I prayed aloud. As I finished she walked close and the story began to spill. She lived with her grandparents. They were upset and had just kicked her out of the house… She talked and talked. Mostly, I just listened.
I asked the previous questions again. I told her I would be praying for her and would be back that way in an hour. I would check and make sure she was alright.
It was a hot day, on my way back I wanted a Slurpee®. I got Leanna a small one too. But when I got back to the cul-de-sac, she wasn’t there. Should I check at her house? She had pointed down the street while talking about her grandparents.
Though nervous at what I might encounter, I decided there was no harm in asking if she was there. An older man answered.
“Is this where Leanna lives?”
My words met a blank stare.
“I believe Leanna lives in this cul-de-sac. She’s about 11 or 12. Does she live around here?”
He turned to his wife. “What’s the name of the girl that lives with those Russian people? Is it Leanna? Well, there is a girl around here. I think she lives at that house.”
I went next door, holding the now melting Slurpee®.
Within seconds the door opened. Leanna broke into a huge smile. Everything was OK now and yes, she would love a Slurpee®!
I can’t wait to see what happens next with my new friend!
Where do you need to take that long walk across the street? Maybe take a Slurpee® with you!
Until Every Girl and Boy Knows Him,
-Annie
PS. Have you seen "Daddy's Version of the Bun" yet? Check out the link on my side bar under "Fun Videos"! I loved it!
*Names of children always changed.
