Homelessness can be a rough life and has been over the last twenty years
of my life. But in different ways it can be a rewarding life too. Getting
one with God’s nature, opening up your heart and eyes to surroundings
of God’s nature and beauty He put in front of us.
Whether it’s rescuing a baby wood duck from the river or sitting on a
bench and watching a tree branch fly off, then I looked again. It was a
grey stork perched on the trashcan by the tree or walking along in the
winter time seeing snow spiders dance in a circle on the frozen ground
or just sitting at the prayer table outside the center and having talks with
Making yourself a flintstones home on the Mississippi river in Rock
Island. God provided everything, just had to work hard. They are
probably still wondering how I moved a twelve foot sidewalk down the
Homelessness is a very hard life to live but having a place to live is
even better. I can get up in the morning and make a pot of coffee and it
will be done by 8 am. Just push the switch and coffee will be done.
Being homeless, you chopped the wood, get the coffee pot on when the
fire is finally going, then coffee will be done by noon. Now all I have to
do is turn on the stove and the burners light. No more chopping wood to
cook something to eat.
A nice soft bed to lay my head to fall asleep instead of laying on the
cold hard ground and sometimes rain will get you all wet.
I have a fridge to keep my food in and not a cooler to have spoiled milk
Now I live upstairs to lay my head to stay dry and warm.