Friend,

Have you fallen in love with your community? I’m not asking if you love your church or those who you call friends and family.

Does your heart break over your city?

Do you hear the cries of your people?

Do you see yourself as a missionary where you live?

If you’ve gotten comfortable and you expect to be served and waited upon, then I’ll guess you’re not dealing with a broken heart. This can be remedied though.

I didn’t think I’d be living in San Francisco 13 years ago, but here we are. You can probably tell me about all the bad stuff you’re hearing about my city and I’d have to agree with most of it. But I’ve chosen not to run from it. Not to give up on it. This is my calling. Can’t speak for everyone, but this much I know - I’m constantly seeing the cries of the broken around me.

God, help me not to grow numb to this. Everyone I see is a reminder God is here. This is why I am here.

Herein is the remedy - talk to Jesus about it. Open your hands and confess. God, I open up my heart to You. I want You to change my heart. I confess I’ve turned inward and have been in a season of focusing on myself and my needs. (Not a bad thing, but not everything.) Forgive me. I want to be close to Your heart and Your heart is close to the poor and broken hearted. Will you once again, or for the first time, break my heart for what breaks Yours? I choose to sit in Your presence for a little while and let You speak to me, give me visions and soften my heart to feel things from You. Come Holy Spirit.

Praying the same prayers,

Shauna