I often sit on my couch and look out on my little living room and praise the Lord for a roof over my head. Then I think of all the homeless people and I can’t help but feel that life is not fair. Why am I so blessed? Indeed, that’s not fair.
Once a month I have some friends that come and help me with an overall cleaning. I commented about how thankful I am for my home. They feel the same way for their home, a trailer with a farm!
Now comes the part that breaks my heart. Minutes ago I received an email from some friends that used to work with us when we were missionaries in Peru. They were evicted and having no place to go they sat up camp on an open lot. I don’t have any details. I can’t say one thing or another since I don’t know exactly what has happened.
One thing is for sure. It is cold at night. It’s bearable during the day when the sun comes out. But when it rains this makeshift abode is not much of a protection. (I blurred out my friend to respect his privacy.) It’s no wonder I feel sad for my friends.
When you go to bed tonight, say an extra prayer of thanks for the roof over your head. And pray for my friends in Peru that somehow they will once again have a decent roof over their heads.