I walk down the streets of Portland. I hear my name yelled. I see a friend who I meet on the streets come running up to me. We sit and talk about her day, about mine.
After a few moments she gets us to walk to dinner. I give her a hug. "love you Jocelyn, thanks for listening."
She leaves me standing there wondering, has it really has been this simple my whole life and I just missed it.
YES. It is. It was.
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I have been asked over and over again what the answer is. What is the problem with these kids? Why are they homeless? Why don't they just get a job? Why don't they just go home? I don't know why. The reasons are different as the people. Some reasons valid, some not.
But this I do know:
No one wants them. Jesus pursuits their heart.
No one seems to notice them. Jesus knows what color their eyes are.
I have found that the smallest acts are Jesus to these kids. Eye contact and a smile can grant a hopeless heart the courage to go on another day.
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more portraits to come, thank you for your prayers
gratefulness,
jocelyn.elise
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