reflections of me...

I sat on the curb today talking. It was cold. I was hungry--and I knew dinner was not worth looking forward to. It would most likely be a hot dog on a stale bun. At least I had a car to get to the place it would be served. Star, Strawberry, Shrew, Dee and the others had to walk the 3 miles to get dinner. 

My Tummy tied in knots as smoke was blown my way for the millionth time. the smell of body oder hung in the air and would not leave. I focus on not throwing up. I step back from the situation. I take in the long greasy hair, the dirty clothing, the thick grime under the fingernails, the glazed eyes the missing teeth, the fowl breath and the awful language. WHAT AM I DOING HERE?

 I WANT TO GO HOME!

I ask God why for the millionth time. WHY? Why do  I have a home? Why do I have the best family in the world. Why has He given me so much? what is the difference? 

Then I got it. 

There is none

THAT IS IS ME.            .or it was me.

I was homeless, full of addition, a thief, a lier, a dirty rascal, discussing. 

Be then, a merciful one came to me. He bathed me, gave me clean clothing, broke the chains of addition, brought joy from shame peace from restlessness and cleansed me of my deserved fate. He gave me a home, a place, a purpose. 

                                        .i deserve nothing yet he has given me everything. 

Now, I stand, no lay on my face in trembling wonderment of what jesus Christ has done for me.   

-jocelyn