I’ll never forget seeing the homeless woman walking down the trail with a bag and a coat. I’ll never forget talking with her, getting to know her, and hearing about her struggles. I’ll never forget the journey of sitting with her, praying, and studying our Bibles together. I’ll never forget her reciting Romans 8 at Church under the Bridge and our eating chili dogs to celebrate her accomplishment. I’ll never forget how thrilled she was to seek the Lord by memorizing verses.
I’ll never forget how she challenged me to learn the entire chapter. We studied for weeks, reciting the scriptures to each other at the library. Thus, I’ll never forget that no one has ever challenged me to do this with persistence.
I’ll never forget how she lived in a homeless camp. In two different spots. How she walked the streets to fill water jugs. Climbed the hill to cross the bridge. Ate at the shelters and lived by a creek, sleeping in a tent.
