I knew when I walked passed his hunched over frame that I would have to go back. I pushed my daughter’s stroller ahead and into the grocery store. Lord, you’re prompting me to interact with that homeless man aren’t you? You want me to pray? With Ari with me?
My husband slid our car into a parking space at the shopping center near his work, and kissed me and our baby girl goodbye. I watched his grey suit dance across his back as he headed for a day at the office, and I situated myself in the backseat to nurse our daughter before a busy day of grocery shopping and errand-running.
As I sat there, I watched a cluster of crows and tiny birds pick at food on the ground in front of me. There’s always something about birds eating that reminds me of Matthew 6:26:
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your Heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?” (NIV)