It's days like today that make me really stop and realize how thankful I am that I am not homeless. While many homeless people can seek shelter during the day not so many are as lucky to find that same shelter at night. I have compassion on many of them knowing that a lot of them suffer from some type of mental illness that keeps them from getting help that they need. Yet some of them choose the lifestyle. I have a hard time imagining what kind of person would really choose to be homeless but have met and seen t.v. interviews of people that actually do.
This kind of weather, cold, snowy, rainy always convicts me because I'm warm and yet I have compassion on those who are not and do little to nothing about it. I simply think that I fear. Fear to give money since I'm not sure if it will actually be spent on something good and not an addicting habbit. Fear that if I go get a gift card they will be gone by the time I get back (it has happened.) Fear that I am somehow placing myself in danger (and maybe sometimes it is possible to do so.) And lastly I fear that I really am making no difference.
Oh how I wish I had the boldness of others who act inspite of fear.
"Lord Jesus, this season, give me boldness to do what little bit that you have made me able to do. May I trust you more and not let fear paralyze me from your work."
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So I did something and contacted a local homeless shelter to see if they served meals (not every one does) and found out if we could donate a ham or turkey. Not much but it's a start
Two things: look for the book "under the overpass." Amazing.
If I see someone and I am prompted, I give them whatever I have. If they are going to use the money for a fix, that is between them and God; I figure he wouldn't have me there, noticing their need unless I was meant to. I'm sure I've been taken advantage of, but I would rather that than to miss a great opportunity.
Just listen to Him and see what He says....
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