Wardrobe. Mailbox. Car. Favorite coffee mug. Front door. The things of my everyday a homeless person doesn’t have. I read of an account recently, a blogger in a restaurant who noticed a homeless couple at a table … their sign propped up nearby announcing their presence in the dining hall. He was disheveled, unbathed; she was too, quiet and grim. They sat at the table and waited, speechless. The blogger imagined the meager meal they might share. But to her surprise, the couple each received a large plate of steak and eggs.
My heart sang when I read the words. That meal, they ate like kings.
A friend once pointed out being touched by God’s provision in the pages of 1 Kings 17. Here is verse four:
“Drink from the brook and eat what the ravens bring you, for I have commanded them to bring you food.”
Last year our family participated on a team that made scripture cards for the homeless to go into pockets of donated coats at area shelters. I always wondered about the hands that would find love notes.
Psalm 103–an outpouring of praise to a great God.
1 Praise the LORD, O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits—
3 who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
This homeless couple, did they know redemption? Did they feel lifted? Did they know they wore crowns that day?
Father, I praise you for the love you poor out on a hurting, broken world. I thank you for prompting a heart to feed a family so they could eat till their stomachs were full. Oh, God, that I would be attentive to your promptings in my day-t0-day, to treat someone royally and bless them in your name. You are the God who provides, and my soul praises you in awe and gratitude.