There are a lot of social problems that pull on my heart strings. Homelessness is certainly not the only one, and yet it seems to be the one that I am coming in contact with all the time these days, so it's the one I continue to write about for now.
Of all the people on the streets that I pass and talk to, I have one favorite guy. He is a joy to give to, and I have never witnessed such genuine gratitude from anyone ever. I usually give him a bag of snacks every time I drive by, and he never fails to shout with joy every single time. Yesterday was no exception. As I drove away I could hear him yelling at the top of his lungs, "Thank you, Lord Jesus! Bless that little girl, Jesus! Praise You for this food, God!" No inhibitions, no shame. Just pure gratitude.
How on earth can he be so positive? I'm driving home from school angry at how my day has gone, mentally griping about how tired and famished and stressed I am. And this man has nothing but the tattered clothes on his back, yet he exudes joy and thankfulness. He so recklessly praises God for the meager provision he receives. Wow. That's all I can say.
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