A few days ago, seen a homeless man. I stopped and gave him some change & asked him his name, after I prayed with him. As I was leaving him, I heard a voice which tried telling me I was an idiot & a fool to do it. I began thinking maybe he wasn’t really homeless.
Today,as I was leaving my house, I noticed my neighbor had someone raking his yard & cleaning it up for him. It looked like the homeless man. I ran to the store and did what I needed to do. When I was returning and I pulled into my driveway, I seen the homeless man just leaving my neighbors. It was Josh the homeless man. I called his name and he asked me how I knew him. I smiled & said I remembered him. He smiled as did I. I handed him the few coins I had in my pocket & said God bless you and he went on his way. Yes. He was the homeless man, and yes, he was most definitely, homeless. Its not often we get a confirmation of something like this, but when we do, praise be to God. When we don’t, trust in God.
There is a quote I have been holding in my heart for many years and one try to live by.
“See God in all, Serve God in all, Love God in all” – Blessed Maria Teresa of St. Joseph, Foundress of the Carmelite Sisters of the Divine Heart of Jesus.
Please keep Josh in your prayers.
How shall I make a return to the Lord for all the good he has done for me?
That moment you realize your really listening to the Good Shepherd….
“As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God”
While on retreat this past weekend, I was pondering that voice I had been listening to. It was a chilly and very windy day Saturday and in the midst of silence, I found myself walking around taking in the beauty of the nature I was placed in. I came to a water feature and bent down, finding myself asking our Lord, “Is it you Lord? Is this voice I have been listening to You? In an instant, I heard a slight giggle in my heart. I began to look myself over and I was dressed in all in white. The pants I unknowingly put on that morning were white along with my shirt were white and I was wearing my comfy snugly white coat that is fluffy like a lamb. I looked up at the statue atop the water feature and a smile came over my face. In that moment, I knew for a fact.
Yes. The lost sheep indeed was finally home, healed, and at peace. It was no doubt the Good Shepherd who retrieved me. The Good Shepherd Who healed me. The Good Shepherd who I love. It also just happened to be “Good Shepherd” weekend. We are his people, the sheep of his flock.
“My sheep hear my voice;
I know them, and they follow me.
I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish.
No one can take them out of my hand.
My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all,
and no one can take them out of the Father’s hand.
The Father and I are one.”