For the past several months, I’ve been a bit lost. I quit my job to start my own work. I’ve been rotting in a cubical. My work was unhealthy and went against many of my core beliefs, so I have no real regrets in leaving.
I’ve been pretty depressed lately and have isolated myself from many of my friends. It’s not so much depression as a reassessment and rebirth. But this period has been difficult. I’m not wealthy and have had to watch my money.
Anyway, I’ve done one of the craziest things and took a homeless person into my home. They guy’s 26 (I’m 31) and he hadn’t eaten in two days, and has been sleeping in Chicago’s subway cars. He seemed to be showing symptoms of sleep deprivation and hunger. I couldn’t just leave him.
Living in Chicago, I see a number of homeless people. However, it felt like God called on me in this one moment. He’s harmless (and doesn’t do drugs and is not an alcoholic), and he seems to have a good head on his shoulder–but lived a tough life (being a foster child, in and out of the system).
Part of our deal is that he’s to work with some of the community orginations, secure a social worker, and take care of any psychological and physical needs.
I’m not looking for a pat on the back, but here’s the kicker: in helping him, God is beginning to answer my prayers. The rut I’ve been in for the past few months is giving ways to new opportunities–spiritually. It’s as if God answered my prayer. I have taken him to game night with my friends and he’s cleaning up fine. In finding him help in the community, has connected me to the community resources I needed.
I’m really not articulating the correct thoughts, but it’s as if this was a part of God’s plan to help me help myself. Things seem to be changing for the better–in a way I least expected it to. My life’s taking a whole new direction.