WITHOUT HOPE

As a volunteer 4 hours a week at the hospital I HAVE THE PRIVILEGE of working with the chaplain as one who makes visits to the patient. I'm know as one in pastoral care which gives privilege to all areas of the hospital. Tuesday A.M is my time, to start I report to the chaplain for a list of patients to visit. sometimes as many as 30 other times only 20, and you never are able to see them all because of one thing or the other.
This past Tuesday my list included a female 25 years old who was in ICU, so I made a few other stops before heading there.
When I enter the room there was a young Latino male sitting by the bed of the patient who was a nice looking white lady, I greeted her and told her my name and what I was doing, she said to the young man "get up and let him sit down", he jumped up an stood in the far corner of the room.
I asked her what was going on with her, she said I took an overdose of sleeping pills. so I sat there quietly for a moment and then said to her,"do you want to talk about it?", She nodded yes with tears running down her cheeks. Gently I said, tell me about it, it all began when I was nine then again when I was 18, I had a little girl and a little boy who where all my life and they have taken them away from me, I just don't have anything to live for.
I told her that what she was doing would not help to get the children back but there was one who would help her to live a life that would be reason to have the children returned. She had no where to call home, was a dancer, and probably sold her body which I Assumed, she did not tell me that.
So I spent a good amount of time sharing what God had done for me. while I was there another Latino came in with a sack from Dairy Queen, he sat it on her stand and went to the corner with the other fellow.
I read the 23 Psalm to her and shared stories from the word of God. But made it clear to her it was her choice to make that I could not do it for her and that it had to be sincere.
She shared that at the age of 9 she had been taken from her mother, at 18 she had overdosed and didn't wake up for 2 weeks. I believe the males that were there were using her, she was using drugs.
I would like to tell you she turned to Christ that morning while I was there but to my knowledge she did not, but I had stirred up hope in her. And my pray is that the word I shared will not return void. I have not given you her name, but pray for her God will know who you are praying for.