Just a Little Rain

   We started out the day with training as usual, then headed out to the streets around 1. Today was a very emotionally draining day for a lot of us out there. We met quite a few Christian homeless people today, which is great, but today was different then all the other days. Today my group talked to a man named Jose, Ramone, Adam, Bob, and a women that referred to herself as "Koolaid", but I believe her name was Louis. Every person that I talked to was so broken. There were many tears involved in each conversation. They were very appreciative of us, but are just lost. Some of them don't understand why they're here, what their destiny is, or what they should do. Some of them said, "It is what it is." They all had rough pasts, and you could see it once we hit a touchy subject. It was heartbreaking to see these people in the state they were in. One man in particular, Adam, really stood out to me. We tried to explain how God can give him purpose, but he wouldn't accept that it isn't too late for him. He said he once had it all, and got to spend a lot of his years traveling. Now all the money is gone, and he's living on the streets. His son has been in jail for 11 years, and gets out soon. This subject brought him to tears, and I could not stop staring at his eyes. I can't even put what I'm thinking into words, but I just felt so helpless. I felt helpless a lot of today when I'd see a person start to cry. I wish there was some way to magically fix everything, but that's not realistic. Another thing that stood out to me was that the area we were in had a heavy smell of weed wherever you went, and people were just walking around with whiskey bottles in the open.
    We had more training tonight, and DNA groups. I'm once again exhausted; as usual. Tomorrow is our last day doing homeless ministry, then it's the WEEKEND. Which means I get to be a....TOURIST!!!