Day 17: Walking in the shoes of the homeless and unemployed

 

I am afraid to go to sleep—especially in the room. I think Roommate from Hell is off her rocker, and I don’t feel safe. Out of all the people I’ve been around and interacted with, I don’t feel safe for the first time since I’ve been here. I feel like God is not protecting me. I’m simply doing His work and all I’m getting is attacked. No peace. I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore. As soon as mom can give me more money in two weeks, I’m buying a ticket back to Houston. I’d much rather sit there and go crazy than be forced to stay up all night long because I don’t feel safe. God is not protecting me anymore, and I don’t understand why. I shouldn’t feel any fear. I came here for peace—not trouble, not drama.

I took a HUGE, HUGE leap of faith, and it’s about to get me killed. God, I don’t feel safe and protected. Why have you abandoned me after I’ve followed your word and your directions to the letter? This is not fair. You are not living up to your end of the bargain.

Opportunity to Celebrate

Obviously, we should all celebrate the roof over our heads and the nourishment we receive no matter how it is viewed by economic or social standards. Yet, how can you "celebrate" blessings if you are homeless, hungry, unemployed, and cannot provide for your family? How, as a citizen or community leader, have you honored the value in all individuals regardless of their economic status or living situation? I celebrate by giving praise to God for providing for my needs and then sharing that praise with others as I do with this blog.

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