A dear friend lives in the homeless camps again, so a trip to the trail with a tent and sleeping bag included a coat and new socks. Of course, I handed him a scripture card. “Put this in your pocket. It’s a verse for you. One to give you strength.”
He read it aloud, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him. And He will make your path straight.”
“That’s a great one. He’s like rain to our souls.”
My friend nodded, just as another friend came up. Her birthday is Monday. She’ll be 49, and her smile was huge, especially when I gave her a present and sang “Happy Birthday” to her, a little offkey.
I then prayed for my two friends for redemption and restoration, comfort, peace, and health. After a bit, up came another man, and we chatted, embracing friendship on a windy day.
Later I drove around the corner where a man, one with a bike, sat on the curb. I rolled the window down, and he jumped to his feet. We’d not seen each other in close to a year. He’s living in the woods again, but the Lord placed him right in front of me so that we could reunite.
The last time I saw him, this man was in a wheelchair, and I thought his days were numbered—well, was I ever wrong. We caught up, laughing and taking in the breath of lost months. I asked him, “Is that your Bible under your arm?”
