Some stories I wish I could tell and am bound to not. This largely is why even though Fat Beggars is more active in foster care than street ministry these days, I share very little of it. Foster care is so deeply personal, and the rules prohibit the sharing of personal information.
That said, we have a little drama here in the foster care side that has grown very dark and hopeless. My heart is so very broke over it. I am beside myself.
If you are a frequent reader, enthusiast, or supporter of this ministry in any way, I am asking you to remember us in your prayers today. God, the Father (the ultimate Father) of us all, presumably, knows the details I cannot share with you. So perhaps if you will join the Holy Spirit in groaning the prayers too deep for words on this one, he might just relent and answer this prayer with his saving grace.
(——– a bunch of censored stuff here that I really wish I could tell so as to expose the authorities to the light of justice and force a change ——–)
But I have said too much already. That will suffice for a prayer request.
Please, just pray for God to move on behalf of this lost little lamb.