rainy day on the Corner
It took me several minutes to notice the man. I actually don’t know how long it took me to notice him, but it could have taken much longer than just several minutes. I was so taken in by everything else going on around me—the new and old faces wanting water and snacks—and my body was positioned towards the left, that I hadn’t a thought to look right.
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Today I shook a lot of dirty hands. I used to be afraid of dirty hands, wondering what sort of invisible germs I would get. I didn't want to touch people who were dirty.
On the corner of Malcolm X and Dawson homeless people often walk by. Nearby, there is a homeless shelter. CitySquare goes to that corner every Thursday at 2 PM with waters and this week, chips.
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Let me tell you a story of faith—faith without sight. Faith when all looks dim, and God seems silent.
As I moved on my upward career path, gaining more responsibility and making more money every year since I had left college, life was good. My world remained mostly stable, and I did not know what I did not know, which was this: I found my significance in everything that passes away—in money, in where we lived, in my marriage, in how I looked, and in what other people thought of me.
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I have been praying for this neighborhood for 6 months! It is Dallas' poorest neighborhood, poorer than the 9th Ward in New Orleans. I have been working some with a non-profit focused on community restoration there, but I have been so ready to get "hands on" and actually meet the people who live there. (So far, it's just been me and another woman talking about what we want to do, not yet doing it.)
Read MoreI realized I never told the end of the story about Danielle...
She did end up calling me back, telling me on the message she left that she had a good reason for not being ready for church that Sunday morning. She asked me to call her back so she could tell me what happened.
I lied a little bit. Not intentionally really. This new life I'm setting out on with God in 2013 is something He has been working in me for a while. That's why I can write about it. At first, it was so unfamiliar to me that I wasn't sure what was going on or if it was going to last. Now, I see that He is changing the fabric of my life, and because of Him, the change will continue. Now onto today's story, which actually happened last month...
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Katie Davis is the name of one of my sister’s friends from growing up.
Katie Davis is also the name of a girl from Nashville who, when merely eighteen, moved to Uganda and began adopting little girls who had been orphaned.
God called Katie to make her home in Uganda, to raise its orphaned children, to lay her life down for them, and not just for the thirteen little girls who call her “mommy,” but also for hundreds of others for whom she cares on a weekly basis.
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