As a homeless friend texted me late at night (yes, she has a pay-as-yougo phone), the longer she sent messages, I realized the dissatisfaction she felt at her circumstances and place in her current walk. It’s as she wept with those messages that fell from her fingers through the phone, and her soul became captured in words showing up on my phone. She unloaded the hurts and concerns, and those issues made her lash out at me even though I was not the enemy.
I reacted with encouragement, hoping to avoid being defensive while praying. I tried to show a love for Jesus in some small way in my few messages back to her.
Soothing her heart unfolded, and I hoped to ease her pain, but she dug in with harsher words calling my faith in God a ‘myth-god situation,’ and she didn’t want any part of it.
