Hey everybody,
Alright. So, when I got to the Atlanta airport I wasn’t packed in a van and shipped off to some campground like I thought I’d be. Instead, my team was given 20 bucks and told to make it to a location (1 something 3 something Ellis street, Atlanta). When we eventually got there, I saw that it was the Atlanta Safe House. I soon found out that this was so much more than just a homeless shelter.The leaders there truly had a heart for those who were broken, and they were determined to be an exit, not just a place to stay. They were a gateway out of poverty. I just thought that was really cool.
But I wasn’t to stay in the shelter that night; We were soon thrown out into to the streets for the night, not to return to the shelter till early the next morning. So there I was, packed for an AFRICAN summer, in freezing temperatures on the streets of Atlanta.But somehow out in the torturing (and believe me it was torturing) weather, meeting all these men who lived like this every night, I felt so blessed. There is nothing in the world quite like a serenade from Kenny the Music Man at two in the morning; nothing quite that humbling. It absolutely rocked me. My mind was blown. How could this dude with literally nothing seem to love his life more than me? Food for thought? I munched on that one all night. So that’s my thought for the week. Why in the world don’t we love our lives like Kenny the homeless guy, on the side of the street, singing his heart out… I haven’t up to this point. I really really don’t want you to see this as cheesy. Because it is such an amazing, simple truth. When you have nothing, you appreciate everything. All of us have everything; everything this world could offer. But I’m not gonna lie; the next night I thanked God that I wasn’t on the streets of Atlanta like those men.
My next thought was this: that night was crazy and eventful and threw me way out of my comfort zone, but it’s not even close to what I’ll be experiencing the next three months. This is gonna be hard core. I love it. My next post will be from Swaziland!
Quote of the week:
” In this hour of doubt I see
that who I am is not just me.
So give me strength to die myself,
so love can live to tell the tale”
– needtobreathe-
I love you guys, Peaceness
