Tent City

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Yesterday it was in the mid 30’s when it started to snow.  We drove across a bridge, and a colorful array down below grabbed my eye. Craning my neck for a better view, I saw a tent city down by the water. It was heart wrenching to think how it must feel to be out in the cold; living, surviving.  Some people tried to make it homey with lawn chairs neatly placed as if in a patio. Other spots had tarps simply draped in the trees for shelter.

It is so easy to go about our lives just having a good time. Let us not forget to stop and pray when we see someone in need.  Increasing numbers of people have become homeless as our economy declined. That could be us. It is hard to look at and more difficult still to feel helpless to change their situation.  Every hand we lend might give someone the hope they need for one more day. Even a smile, which seems so simple, must mean something to a person who suffers daily with people trying to avoid eye contact. Smile, reach, pray.

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About christasterken

Committed to a life of purpose. Learning to live abundantly. Embracing creativity. Questioning. Delighting in the comforts of home and family. Determining not to settle only for how things are, but how they could be. Writing is part of who I am, so I trust In God who gave the gift to show me how I can serve Him through it. That is my life…one word at a time. Psalm 89:11a“Teach me your way , O Lord, and I will walk in your truth”

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  1. Thank you for the reminder of praying for those in need especially in this economy.

    Your insight and perspective on the world around us is a gift from God that you so freely share with us and it is most appreciated. It is so easy to feel sorry for ourselves and forget those around us.

    I too am easily captivated by the simple things that God put on this earth for us to enjoy. We have a cotton tail bunny living around us and I can enjoy watching him all day. LOL

    I am very thankful for you — a gift that God gave to me a fews years back. Miles may stretch between us but the friendship lives on . . .

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