Saturday, we returned to Tel Aviv—same mission, same goal: to take someone off the streets and bring them into hope and healing.

This time, I met someone I hadn’t seen before. When I asked about his story, his answer stunned me.
His mother sells and uses drugs. She is small and weak, so others beat her and steal from her.
He stays on the streets to protect her… even as she sells drugs to him.

A mother and son—bound by addiction.

We gave them food, prayed with them, and reminded him: we’ll be here next Saturday. If he’s ready, we’ll take him straight into rehab.

This is why we go. This is why we won’t stop.
Because even in the darkest stories, God’s love is stronger.