it. is. time.

Hello anyone. Since no one decided to read/comment on my non-babbly post, I figured I'd make a non-non-babbly to see if anyone would read it. And, yes, I am wearing spandex. I admit I haven't been sticking to my plan of blogging every time I wear spandex, but...I'm a lazy procrastinator, what do you expect?

Guess what. I actually have something semi-worthwhile to read this time, y'all ! :) Betcha weren't expecting that...Over this weekend, I went with my friend's youth group to feed some homeless in the downtown area. We headed over there around 10 and stayed until maybe 1? I believe the event was called the "Feast of Joy".

Let me just say first of all to anyone who ever wants to do this, if you are a girl, PURPOSEFULLY DO NOT LOOK CUTE. yes. old tshirt, baggy shorts, glasses not contacts, no makeup, maybe brush your hair... because, if you look gooder than expected, random guys WILL flirt with you.

Side note aside, we got there and my two friends whom I'll name "D" and "Rae" were handed boxes of Bibles, tracts, and bookmarks to hand out to the people waiting at the tables there before the food was served. The first group we approached was like five men, one of whom had so much smoke around his face I thought he might've been Blackbeard. We handed out our stuff, and I stopped to talk to this old man on one of the corner seats.

I knelt down to hear what he was saying because he had a soft voice, but basically my friends left me there talking to him, and this man like told me all this crazy sad stuff about his family, his wife, and kids. When he was done, I was crying and was thinking "oh my gosh how can I pray for him while I'm crying?"

I took his hand and he put his old hand over mine and I somehow muttered out a prayer, and when I opened my eyes we were both crying...it was like...so sad. As I stood up, he kissed my hand, and I stumbled around for a few minutes trying to find my friends again through tears.

BUT ANYWAYS the point of all this is... so many people hold on to things so long, things that break them on the inside, things that hurt them more than they think they do, and they just keep holding them because they don't have anyone to talk to. There are so many hurting people in the world that never get a chance to be listened to...and they have a world of sorrow they're so eager to release. And we just carry on, absorbed in our own little worlds that revolve around ourselves.

Also, that whole experience really opened my eyes to the things I have they don't - family, a good home, regular meals, ... my sanity. {srsy...there were some questionable people there. lol}.

So, I guess, I hope this made you think or somehow u benefited from my story. If ever ur church group goes to feed homeless, or someone else you know, I encourage you to go in a group because seriously it's an awesome, humbling experience and God can do great things.

alright...well...i think I'm out.

OH ! btw - See You At The Pole is tomorrow... if you don't know what that is:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/See_you_at_the_pole

and........yep, that's about it. all imma say.

~ Baker

ps. for those of you who know me, I HATE crying, but i cried over that man's story...i'm such a weakling. lol