Story Time

So yesterday was the start of an extremely interesting day. I made a new friend last week, who's filled with so much love and joy. She's an older woman in her 40's, who used to be homeless at one point of her life. And she's about to get evicted from her new home this weekend.

We met at a bible study last week and she mentioned that she loves to dance and wanted to start a dance group. I told her I would join her. And so we met up yesterday and she took me to a bible study in this really cool store called The Free Store in Charlotte. The free store is this place where you can get clothes, books or toys in exchange for something else. This place basically creates a safe place for homeless people to sit on the porch for awhile, have some good conversation and teaches about the word. I had the pleasure yesterday of being apart of their bible study and oddly enough I felt very comfortable, though it was obvious I wasn't homeless. I didn't feel judged or looked at funny. Everyone just kind of did their own thing, I felt as if I was at home and able to be myself without hesitation. I started thinking how I'm just as homeless as they are, I'm finding my place here in this world just like them, I have nothing in my name, nothing that I can boast about but free in Christ and enjoying His presence with the company of these amazing people who hide nothing. They are who they are, and in their company it was easy to put my guard down so that I can simply be who I am. No pretending, no masks, no walls, just me.

 

Then after the bible study my new friend and I started to get right into the dance routine on the porch. When people saw us it was obvious that we had no clue of what we were doing but it brought us joy dancing and brought others the joy of making fun of us.

Once we got finished with our routine my friend invited me to eat lunch at a local church across the street and of course I couldn't say no and tagged along with her and her friends. So there I was in a soup kitchen standing on line with everyone else, tray in hand, waiting to get some free food that was designed for the homeless. I kept thinking to my-self  am I even allowed to be doing this? what am I doing here?

But though it was a little uncomfortable waiting to be questioned by the soup kitchen authorities, I think yesterday was amazing. I had fun, I danced, I met some great kind-hearted people, we read the bible and ended the day with a good meal. I couldn't of planned that better my-self. We'll just see where God takes me with this, I'm still following the yellow brick road and ready to receive anything God throws my way.

I'm going back today....and expecting my dear sweet prince to be waiting for me to get there.