mondays are hard.

mondays have become increasingly hard. its the day we spend with our nepali friends. even as i type i'm looking down at the film they let me borrow last week (ah nothing like action/love/musical foriegn films) and the red nail polish so nicely covering my left hand. their friendship offerings, affirmation of acceptance. and i loose myself in the joy of discovering these sweet and beautiful little girls and at the same time see the brokeness of their lives staring back at me. and tonight, again my heart aches beyond words i can write. and my mind is pulled to a third story bedroom and a wooden bench against a stained postered wall. perhaps sarah really is right, perhaps God is showing me something i could throw my life into. but for tonight, i'll go to bed again begging for mercy on behalf of these beloved. may justice come. and life be made new...goodnight.