As I'm writing this, I'm sitting inside a Starbucks with my heart hurting because I'm trying to find the answer to this very question.
I pulled up today to the Starbucks that I usually go to and this time there was a young woman standing along the sidewalk with a sign that read, "Homeless, please help".
(*Not an actual photo of Sarah)
I had just written a blog "#1 Secret Strength for Enduring Success" and a key to that success is doing good for others.
Today I was confronted by my own writing.
As I got out of my car, I kept thinking, "what should I do, what should I do? I could do nothing and pretend that I don't see her and just go into Starbucks like normal. No, I just can't do that."
For some reason I was scared. So strange to feel that way.
What could be scary about approaching someone with the intention of loving them?
I couldn't shake the words that I had written just last week about doing good for others, so I pressed through.
I proceeded to introduce myself. Her name is Sarah. She's 21 and has been living on the streets for the past two months. I wanted to hear her story, so I asked if I could buy her food and a drink at Starbucks.
My heart was breaking for her. I listened to her brief story, smiled, and asked her questions about family that she could go to.
I didn't know what else I could do. I told her about a local church down the road and said that maybe they could help her.
Shortly after we got our drinks, she said that she should get back out there. All I could think to say was that I'd be praying for her.
I felt like a dumb-dumb. "I'd be praying for her" was all I could come up with?! Why didn't I pray for her right then?