Whenever I find a blog where the author tells of an encounter with a homeless person, I perk up. Crossing that threshold from “comfort zone” to homeless people is always a moment of drama – a moment when faith is born and/or disciplined to grow. This post belongs in that category, but it is unlike any I have ever found. I hope my readers will check it out. This one will bless you; I’m sure.
Have you ever had “one of those days”? Well, I’ve had plenty…and this particular day was not one of my best. It was the very first day of spring break. I was thrilled to have the kiddos home for a little while. I had plans, fun plans that I thought were going to be full of great memories and laughter!
When reality hits…sometimes it hits hard. The very first day, I was excited…we were going to go pick up some Chick-fil-A and take it to my husband’s office to have lunch together outside. Something we rarely get to do. I had visions dancing in my head of how great it was going to be…until we got to the Chick-fil-A drive thru.
Evidently everyone else in town had decided they were going to be there at the exact same time I got there…so, we were in line, wrapped around the store…
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