WOULD YOU SAY A PRAYER FOR HER?
I was walking along State St. when I ran into Kelly, a homeless woman, sitting on the sidewalk holding her sign asking for help. I stopped for a minute, and asked her how things were going, how people were treating her.
“Oh, it’s OK,” she said. “I mean, it’s not like I’m some sort of monster, I’m just a human being who’s having a tough time right now.”
Kelly then went on to tell me that she used to be a medical billing assistant, and that she’d been married, and had her own home. But then in 2016, her husband passed away, and her life started spiraling downwards. Soon after, she couldn’t afford to stay in her home, so she started renting a room.
And then she went into such a deep depression that she couldn’t even keep a “room” over her head. And then she told me that she was in and out of hospitals for a couple of years.
But now, right now, she was sitting on the State St. sidewalk in downtown Chicago, asking for a little mercy, a little charity, to help her make it through another day. She was hoping to get enough for a room or at least enough to eat, and ride the train all night.
“Do you believe in God?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “I do pray, and it seems like God is the only person that I have right now.”
Kelly then gave me permission to pray for her. Now I’m asking you to say a prayer for Kelly.
And then I would ask you and myself to keep on praying for, and caring for the Kelly’s of our inner cities across America.
Thanks for stopping by.