Forgiving Two Rapists and a Molester

Yesterday at the recovery center with my ladies in rehab, we hung out in Psalm 27. Now verse one says, “The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? Now before I shared this section of the Bible, and yes, we actually went through the entire 14 verses of Psalm 27, one of my girls embraced me with a hug of surrender, with whispered words that have...

Angel, I’m Not!

I wiggled my way along the winding halls of the hospital, carrying a “get well” card for a person I’d never met. I only knew her name. I only knew I was going to see her. I knew the right thing to do after hearing her name dozens of times. Everyone needs a visitor sometimes. I learned of this person from one of my girls in recovery who used to pray for her mom. She wept at missing her. She...

Hearts Connecting with Laughter and Friendship

  A night after work on the streets came with passing out new Bibles. One in particular had a pink leather cover, and a man with a gray beard, a sturdy sort of guy with muscles eyed the Bible. He was on his way to the chapel for mid-week services after eating at the shelter, lingering by my trunk. I shook my head, “But this Bible’s pink. See, you might want another color.” I opened the box and let the...

Giving Up Your Child

Karen (not her real name) tears dropped like chains of despair, like metal clanking on the floor of her heart. She wept from the moment I saw her in the service at the recovery center, to the very last second of our time together. She appeared twenty at best, her petite stature and porcelain face, a reminder of her youth. But despite my inability to gauge her age, I couldn’t stop thinking about how she had signed over her rights to...

Links in a Fence / Homeless Finger-Hug

I saw him. He stood at the fence, his pants hung lower than they should, and he appeared to speak to someone. But no one was next to him. I drove on by, a tug on my heart landed like a ball and chain, whipping on my chest; yet, I didn’t stop. I had a list of things to do, places to go, and coffee to drink. After all, the morning at the bridge was cold, windier than I’d expected...

Oblivious?

Driving through the parking lot of the hotel, one known for illicit behavior and less than safe situations; I pulled my little blue car through the L-shaped lot. Men from what appeared to be work crews due to the jackets they wore and the row of construction trucks, stood drinking at the back of a pickup. They laughed and sipped on their beer, probably tired after a long day in the sun, or in the case of our weather lately,...

Because He First Loved Us!

Cindy (my best friend, and I had the pleasure of praying with a man on the street tonight who came in from Tyler, who needed shoes, who got them from my trunk. The were the exact size. Great fit. Who knew that shoes would make grown man smile. We chatted about his walk with Christ, his desire for a job, his hope for his future. He hugged me as if I were his mom, staring at his feet as he...

Best Toast in Town

  I worked in a snack bar in high school. I splattered milk shakes on the wall and on people because I forgot and/or didn’t know about the little aluminum piece to put down in the paper cups! Messy … very! I worked in the other section of the snack bar, where corn dogs and onion rings, and fried foods were served. I forgot to turn the timer on. Thus, black corn dogs will get you moved to yet, another...

When a Homeless Friend Leaves Town

  Now this isn’t a regular ‘living in a house’ kind of friend. This is a friend, I met on the streets who lingered and walked with me. Who laughed with me. Who came to my home for his birthday with three other homeless friends. And who invited me for coffee at his homeless camp numerous times. He struggled with the bottle. He struggled to maintain employment. He struggled to engage with friends. He walked a million miles, up and...

Don’t Make Me Feel Guilty

Someone posted a photo of a dirty mattress in a room with paint peeling from the walls, with the ceiling stained from possible water leaks. It’s noted in this person’s post on social media that someone is sleeping there due to the blankets piled on the floor, along with what appears to be soiled clothing. There’s also trash dumped in the corner of the room, old wrappers, empty cans, and pieces of cardboard. And then, this someone added a caption...