Moving On

Just a quick post to share a brief thought for the day. A few weeks ago, my husband and I noticed some people who appeared to be living deep in the heart of the local county park where we walk. They were very well hidden and seemed to have a fairly elaborate camp set up as if they had been there for awhile. A couple weeks ago, my daughter and I took a walk and realized they were still there. My daughter, who has a natural heart of compassion, decided we should take clothes and some canned goods to them. We bagged up a 30-gallon trash bag full of sweaters, blankets, jackets and shirts along with some pop-top ans of fruit and took it back to the park. Yes, it was a heavy load to carry through the park. But when we left it in a discreet spot where our friends would see it but no one else would, it was an incredible feeling.

Today, we went for our walk in the woods. When we got to the spot where our friends had been camping and saw the spot empty but for 2 camping chairs, a small cooler and a couple shirts, I was devastated. My thoughts immediately went to someone with a cruel heart finding them and reporting them. The fact that a few things were left behind worries me that they had to leave in a rush. However, my hope and prayer is that they found help or a home somewhere safe and warm. I stood on the hill overlooking their former campsite, wept and said a prayer for their protection. I am certain we will never know what happened to those people. But I know that God has them in the shadow of His hand. I know He will watch over them wherever they are and wherever they go.

Oh, and the bag of stuff we took...I know they got it. It's nowhere to be found but we did find one of the shirts there. Yep, it still feels good to know we "fed and clothed the least of these."

Some of the remnants left behind by our friends.

Someone else must have left something for our friends. We found this note near the campsite. Made us happy to know we're not the only ones around who care about others.