Does anybody else just get ABSOLUTELY SHREDDED when they see someone sleeping on the street?

It guts me. It hurts. It’s almost 9am. There’s sirens going off across the street from the kid on the e-bike who got bumped by a car. But you’re sleeping. Why? Because you were up all night, cold? Are you hungry? Does your family know you’re still alive? They would care, wouldn’t they?

I can’t help everybody. I’ve learned this the hard way. I’m still learning how to help myself while also staying out of God’s way. I am not the boss.

I can’t help them, but God you can. God will you please help the displaced and discarded? The downtrodden and oppressed? I don’t know how they got there, but I know they need Your assistance.

Which leads to the next question: God, how can I help? How can I be of service? You can use me however you see fit. I am here. I am willing.

Ride my life like a wild pony.