It’s been almost a year now.
We’d known the couple for several years. We used to eat breakfast with them on Saturdays now and again. Outside under the bridge. It wasn’t at their camp, but it was the camp where a neighboring church brought eggs, biscuits, and juice. All were invited. Their own camp was a little further down the road, a little deeper in the woods, but still within walking distance.
We’d had conversations and prayers and laughter together. We’d sit together occasionally at Outdoor Church at Manna House.
But a year ago, we helped them move out of the woods. Into an apartment! It was a big deal. They’d lived inside before, of course, but it had been several years.
People had donated a bed and pots and food. And Fran sent a Bible. We stood in a circle in their new living room and prayed before we walked away, wondering how long it would last.
It’s lasted almost a year. And it’s still going strong.
I asked the wife a couple Saturdays ago at Outdoor Church, “Is there anything you miss about living outside, anything at all?” I thought she might miss the open air or constant sounds of birds or the camaraderie of communal living.
But she was adamant and quick with her answer: “Nothing! Not a thing!” She’s been there, done that, and doesn’t want to go back.
So I pray she never has to. Some people are homeless by choice; others by default due to addictions or mental disease or bad luck. Homelessness is always complex and it’s never easy.
But breaking free of homelessness isn’t easy either.
Yet my friends may have done it. It makes me happy to see they’ve survived this first year.
May they be blessed with many more to come.
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