So the other day I heard about this survey a local agency did among homeless people in our region. The whole thing was pretty interesting to me, considering I would probably give everything I have at the moment to move into the city and serve such people (if only I had some clear direction on how to do it). But the thing that stood out to me the most was an observation that the common thread among the homeless was that they had nobody to turn to....nobody whose name they could write down in case of an emergency....nobody who would care. Hearing that changed me somehow....it's grabbed upon my heart and has not let go. In my mind I just keep thinking that although there are drug addictions, and mental health issues that also attribute to their state, really the only thing separating me from someone on the street is the grace of God!
So I cannot help but believe that it truly is God's grace that I was born into the family I have. We may fight and not really talk about the important stuff. I may worry that I am a disappointment to them at times or struggle to accept how much they love me, but I know no matter what happens....no matter how lost I could become....I will always have a name I can write down for "in case of emergencies". And in this moment....that means EVERYTHING!