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Jeanne Damoff

Your humor-infused, convicting honesty can be so annoying. ;)

Even though I know you're truly frustrated, I love this piece. Thanks for opening your soul and spilling it out with words that make me laugh, then ask forgiveness.

May you have all the tools you need to pass this test.

Love, Jeanne

Paula

This brought out a bunch of thoughts in me. The first is an experience I had once with an angry lady. God seemed to be speaking to me about sharing some of my journey out of brokeness (okay so I'm still broken, but not as much :o)) with hurting women.

I was excited about the passion He was placing on my heart. At a retreat, I met a dear, sweet lady so full of pain. I shared my heart with her and it blessed her and I felt so happy. Right after that, I had a conflict with another woman who was an angry type.

So, I'm sitting on the toilet at this retreat (what a place for God to speak to me) and God says, "You think you want to minsiter to broken women, they come in both packages, sweet, needy, and broken, and tough, hard, angry, and broken. I love both kinds."

I still often struggle to love the hard, angry ones. They scare me and hurt me and make me mad. But God isn't intimidated, wounded, or angry with them. He is love.

The other thing this reminded me of is when I was a kid. My dad pastored this old church in the middle of the slums of Witchita. We lived in the basement. We often had people bed at our door. We made them sandwiches or tried to help with what they asked for, but learned not to give them cash, which disappeared into alcohol instead of groceries. I was very young and just wanted to love them back then. I'm glad my parents fed them and tried to show them Jesus.

My life is maybe too isolated from all that now. A friend of mine works for a homeless ministry and I've felt a tug on my heart to see how we might get involved. You could pray for me in this. I already feel stretched too far, but I want to have Jesus' priorities.

Paula

I meant to say beg, not bed at our door . . .

Valerie

I feel ya....I have been thinking about this alot lately. I have had a couple of BAD run-ins with some homeless people in the last couple of months. I struggle, with wanting to help and knowing when to step away and keep myself and my family safe. I commented on another blog lately about how important it is for us to act, BUT there is a place for private organizations and the government. Hopefully, they are better equipped for some people/situations than I am. I don't say all this to say that I have no responsibility, I do, I'm still trying to figure out what I need to be doing. Any advice, will be well received.
As a Christian and as a fairly (I hope) decent person, I want to help....but man there are days I want to scream in a homeless persons face (well at a good distance) to "Leave me alone.", "Stop scaring my kid!" and "GO AWAY!". Then there are days, that I feel so sad and want to help so much and have no idea what to do. For example:
One day Bill and I were out and an old homeless man, begging on the street, peed right in his pants. I just wanted to cry. I had no money and was no where near home to give this man clothing, plus I was trying to figure out a way so as to not embarass him but still help him. I still hate the thought of it and am sad that I didn't do anything....I still can't figure out what I could have done either. I remember thinking that I need to leave clothes in the car for now on, in case of a situation like this.
hmmmph (big sigh)
So love, you are not alone!

Valerie

Whoa....sorry for thr LOOOOOONG comment.

wilsonian

You listen.
You send out your husband, and don't ignore him.
You give him a safe place to store his things when there are few safe places left.

Seems like you're doing a lot.

Leigh

Hi friend, I love your heart.

Having had experience with the mentally ill combined with the feeling of entitlement and a short fuse I urge you not to provide him with anything and suggest he store his belongings else where.

Ministering in shelters or on the street to the homeless and/or mentally ill is one thing. I realize the face of our savior takes many forms, however I do not believe our Jesus comes to our front door demanding things and scaring our children.

The long and short of it is, while the Samson ministry includes the whole family; Ty, Jake and Gwyen should not be scared to go outside and play in their own yard.

If you give him the backpack and coat, he will be back asking for more. And he will get mad if you do not provide.

I love you friend, consider carefully if you and Will want to allow an unmedicated mentally ill person being a daily visitor to your front steps, your responsible for alot of people in that great old house.

XXOO,
leigh

Leigh

Hi friend, I love your heart.

Having had experience with the mentally ill combined with the feeling of entitlement and a short fuse I urge you not to provide him with anything and suggest he store his belongings else where.

Ministering in shelters or on the street to the homeless and/or mentally ill is one thing. I realize the face of our savior takes many forms, however I do not believe our Jesus comes to our front door demanding things and scaring our children.

The long and short of it is, while the Samson ministry includes the whole family; Ty, Jake and Gwyen should not be scared to go outside and play in their own yard.

If you give him the backpack and coat, he will be back asking for more. And he will get mad if you do not provide.

I love you friend, consider carefully if you and Will want to allow an unmedicated mentally ill person being a daily visitor to your front steps, your responsible for alot of people in that great old house.

XXOO,
leigh

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