No less than two weeks ago, I started to take notice of a man that has been hanging out near my job. At first I shrugged it off that he was perhaps just waiting for a bus home from work (he had on the same clothes the few days that I saw him). It wasn't until one morning that I saw him sitting on the bench with a blanket thrown over his head that it dawned on me. This man is homeless. I thought to myself, how sad. But I contined on with my day as usual. But every day that I walked past this man and saw him sitting on this bench, my heart would break just a little bit more.
The other day I had to cover for the receptionist for a few hours. I had perfect view of him on his bench. I watched him, for three hours, just sitting there. He would get up ever so often and stretch, but he just sat. I made up in my mind that I wanted to know his story. There was something about him that haunted me and I needed to know what it was. So I told myself that I'd get money and give to him and chat the next day. But of course I got too busy with my life and I didn't. This morning walking into work, I saw him again. I decided to just go buy him food since I never carry cash and who knew when was going to be the next time that I made it to a bank. I took the food back outside and he wasn't there. So I told the receptionist to call me when he came back. When he came back, I went to him and he had his head bowed, so I thought maybe he was sleeping. I tried to nudge him & he didn't open his eyes. Not wanting to intrude, I simply left the bag at his feet and said "I hope that I didn't offend you, but it was on my heart to give you this", hoping that he could hear me. And I walked away.
But as I was walking away, I kept turning back to look. Just to see if he'd grab the bag. He never did, and I didn't want anyone to walk up and take it. So I was going to walk back and make him wake up (yup I'm rude lol). As I got closer, I noticed that he was crying. I kneeled down next to him and asked if I could pray with him. He nodded his head yes and I began to pray. At this time he began to sob. Full on "oh Lord" sobs. a nearly 6'0 300lb man...bawling like a baby. I'm not the best "prayer" in the world, so I kept it short. Just wanted him to know that God loves him and to help give him comfort no matter what his situation may be. I let him know that I was constantly praying for him and whenever I could help, I would try. I gave him a tissue, asked if he was going to be ok, and walked away.
My heart broke into two. I got back to my desk and began to cry. I don't know his situation. I don't even know his name (I asked. He shook his head. I didn't push.) There are a few more things that I might be able to do for him, so I hope that he can hang around in the area for a bit. Apparently a few other people in and around my job have helped him out as well, so that makes me feel better knowing that people are looking out for him. He seems like a really nice guy.
This whole situation just served as a reminder to me. One was to be obedient to the voice of God. There was "something" telling me that I should do something nice for this man. and for once, I didn't ignore it. And look what God did. He used me to give someone else some hope (even if only for a small moment). Second, be grateful. I know that I spend a lot of time focusing on things that probably won't even matter a few months from now. I spend a lot of time looking at what I "don't have". Wondering how I'm going to pay *this* bill, or *that* bill. How am I going to buy the next thing for Eden that she probably doesn't need. But I never really take the time out to say "God, thank you. For all that I do have. For I am blessed beyond what I deserve".
You have me over here crying ....great reflection Moe, we all could learn something from this ...
ReplyDeleteMonique, this is BEAUTIFUL! You have such a way with words and you have really touched my heart! You are a blessing, lady!!
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