Recognized the woman by her skeletal
Figure and tattered clothes.
I've given her "homeless bags" in the past,
Shared Jesus with her, too, but I hadn't
Seen her in awhile.
My brother said she lives with her
Daughter in a car in the Walmart parking
Lot.
As I passed the lady on my way to run an
Errand, I wished I hadn't seen her.
I was arguing with my conscience.
Does helping her really help?
I've asked the same question so many times
Before.
But on my way home I told the Lord,
"If she's still there, I'll give her a
Donation," wishing I had a smaller bill in
My purse.
But I found myself saying, "I hope she's not
There. I hope she's not there."
She was.
I stopped at the intersection, lowered my
Window, handed her the cash and said,
"Hi, B.J. Are you still living in your car?"
"Yes."
"Can I help?"
"You're helping me right now."
And when she smiled I saw her 2 or 3
Remaining teeth clinging on for dear
Life in her mouth.
She wasn't wearing a mask.
When a car pulled up behind me I
Called to the woman as I drove away,
"God bless you."
I was glad I had stopped.
My billfold was lighter,
But so was my heart.