Please Know...

As I come to know the men and women of Kensington, specifically the homeless and addicted, their stories become increasingly sensitive and personal. Their collective story is what I am trying to share with you as my way of breaking the stereotypical beliefs that exist in regard to these fine people. Names are rarely their actual names and wherever I can do so, I might use the opposite pronoun (his/her, etc.) just to help increase their privacy.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

My Heart hurts tonight… My Heart celebrates tonight…

My heart hurts tonight…

My heart hurts tonight for the husband who didn't know that his addicted and homeless wife had died weeks before he learned of her passing. 

My heart celebrates tonight…

My heart celebrates tonight the depth of character demonstrated by the addicted and homeless woman who conveyed this sadness to those of us gathered this day on the Emerald Sidewalk.

My heart hurts tonight…

My heart hurts tonight for the broken relationships between a man I've known for about a year and his now adult child and other family members.

My heart celebrates tonight…

My heart celebrates tonight the awesome, LORD guided progress this man has been making toward reclaiming his God-intended life path.

My heart hurts tonight…

My heart hurts tonight for the daughter who hopped into that white van with some 'man' so that she could meet her needs.

My heart celebrates tonight…

My heart celebrates tonight in knowing that this daughter, upon her return, knew that she could get a hug in the Name of Jesus from "Banana Man."

My Heart hurts tonight…

My heart celebrates tonight…







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