|Joseph and Mary at the Inn by Rahl (photo credit: |
Homeless and Pregnant.That was the sign she held in her hands; her blond hair blowing in the wind as if waving to me from the sidewalk of the busy neighborhood crossroad. Maybe I didn’t read it right, I thought..Maybe she’s advertising for the fast food place behind her. However, a second look as I waited at the light, confirmed what I’d first read. The light turned green, but as I drove off I asked the Lord,
Now what? What do you want me to do?Instantly, the grace came; probably fueled from thoughts of what I knew could happen to her if the wrong person stopped to help. As I changed lanes to make the U turn and head back around, I had two thoughts: if a report came on the news that night of a young pregnant girl kidnapped and harmed, I would be devastated and ..my law enforcement son is going to have a fit if he finds out.
My arrow prayer as I drove was,
Lord, if she’s still there, please help me to help her in Your name,
Taking only my phone, I parked the car behind the restaurant and walked over to where she stood.
Do you have a minute to chat?
Sure, she answered.
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