Every community has different groups of people, and some of these groups of people form their own community. This morning, I’m going to share with you a little bit about the homeless community in Balboa Park.
As most of you know, I have a homeless friend named Lee, whom I met in the park in March of last year. In the time I’ve known him, he’s NEVER called me. Our friendship’s consisted of us spending time together, whenever I had the chance to stop by, and on many of those visits, I’d bring him home with me for days at a time. Well, some have been watching. Continue reading
Okay, this post will make me cry. How do I know? I’ve already started.
Some of you were blessed to meet Lee on Saturday. Some of you had no idea who he was. Well, Lee’s my homeless friend from Balboa Park.
Over a year ago, God led me to where Lee’d been staying in the park. We became friends, and as the Holy Spirit led, I’d visit Lee, and, eventually, invited him into my home (at times), so throughout the year, we’ve become even closer friends.
When he’d come over, he’d shower (forever); I’d wash his clothes, and he’d eat and rest for his next bout outside. After he heard I was moving to Texas, he began to stay for longer visits.
Since February, he’s stayed with us three times, and two of those times were for over a week. On April 14th, after being here the second time for a week, he spoke to me about a change he was going through. Continue reading
There are moments in time to “go” to church, but every moment of every day, we’re called to BE the church. Well, yesterday, I decided to go have church in the park with Lee. Continue reading
On Saturday, a friend had visited Lee and found out he’d taken a fall, hurt himself, but was okay. I knew I’d wanted to go see him but didn’t know when.
During December, I was sick most of the time and knew visiting Lee was out of the question because getting sick was the LAST thing he needed, so I kept my distance but always kept him in prayer.
When I “did” feel better, I just didn’t make the time to make the drive to Balboa Park, but once I found out about him recovering from a fall, I felt an urgency to see him. Continue reading
a year that held
so much for me
so much to remember
and grow from
it was the year
of many beginnings
and some endings
a year of growth
of writing my first poem
and then four hundred more
of writing thirty songs
some to music
of starting a business
walking away from a job
spending more time with
the ones who matter most
spending time with the youth
with the homeless
with good friends
so much to hold onto
so much to let go of
and all of it experienced
through God’s heart
Yesterday, I finally connected with Lee, and we had such a good visit together.
First off, if you’re wondering why I haven’t seen him in awhile, there are a couple reasons, but neither one of them really matters (but I’ll tell you anyway). Before I begin, I’ll bring new readers up to speed. Continue reading
Yesterday, I was a little excited to see Lee because I bought those fruit slice jelly candies for us to share. Those are always super yummy, and I hadn’t bought them for us before, so I looked forward to seeing his reaction. Some of his reactions to food are priceless. As I walked closer to the statues, he was nowhere to be found…odd.
I set the bag down for a moment and waited, but he wasn’t in view anywhere. Since it had been a little cloudy, I thought maybe he stayed on the other side to stay out of the possible rain. When I reached where he sleeps at the museums, he was nowhere in sight, so back over the bridge I went. I was hoping maybe he was in the restroom or something. When I arrived back at the statues, he was nowhere to be found, so I called a friend.
Immediately, Barry prayed. We lifted Lee up because Continue reading
Yesterday, I told Lee that people missed hearing about our lunch times, and he said, “You can write about them on Facebook.” Yippee! So, let me take on a forty minute lunch with the sun, a mouse, and my good friend, Lee.
When I had lunch with Lee on Tuesday (the day I actually remembered to pop the popcorn, the day I wasn’t sure if he’d be there), we had such a good chat. We always do, but because I had gone through my personal loss of our friendship by not knowing if he’d be there, I appreciated our chatting all the more, and we had a lot to talk about. Continue reading